My window opens wider,
as my focus narrows down
The words are now much richer
than what I used to think profound
The light brings joy and substance,
filling corners deep and closed
Its breezes tinged with lilac
—all negatives exposed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Left on their own,
my words turn to prayer
Renewing my faith
—confirming You’re there
Spoken aloud,
they lodge in my soul
Warming my heart
—and keeping me whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Prose…
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep
Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet
—has so carefully made
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Its answer never welcome…
“The Price Of Joy Is Pain”
The question forever mired
—in perpetual disdain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The ‘Deceivers Of Time
Masquerade Ball’
Invitees file past
Yesterday in drag,
Tomorrow disguised
Today—the Present’s mask
Memories hide
in the shadows of hope
All wishes dancing fast
Until the Jester laughs
as the final waltz ends
Deception to the last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Can you write a
celibate Poem
Devoid of flesh
and fevered sounds
Can your verse restrain
from lusting out
Its words still virgin
—yet passion bound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Can consciousness be compressed
like a distant Black Hole
Into a photon and travel away
Coursing into the darkness
at the speed of light
Reality curving and swaying
With entropy chasing
and time not around
Each Dwarf Star awaiting its fall
The one last dimension, thought lost
and now found
A new portal—unlocked to enthrall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
No lines are crossed
in getting to the sea
Only excuses
—buried in the sand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Her voice provided cover,
my soul to turn away
Her message greatly treasured,
her protection my dismay
Her intention of the purest,
but she raised me more than sound
Into the dark I send her words,
exposed—my spirit found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
If life is a giant crossword puzzle,
how many blank spaces do you have
How many words have come together,
how many crossroads in your path
Each grid connects with meaning,
what row by row unfolds
The story then, the story now
—that square by square is told
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
