Just because you can

 —doesn’t mean you should

 

 (and)

 

Just because you should

 —doesn’t mean you can

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

When you split the beam and the splintered edge

 is all you’re left with

 

The only one you’ve outsmarted

 is yourself

 

A prisoner of your severed choice

 and schizophrenia

 

The victim of your hearts defeat

 —and loves denial

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Poetry…

 arresting the mundane

 acquitting the spirit

 

Convicting

  all redundancy

   —freeing the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Magdalena,

 your beauty known

 

Magdalena,

 your wisdom shown

 

Magdalena,

 firm and steadfast

 

Magdalena,

 communed repast

 

Magdalena,

 so loved a man

 

Magdalena,

 his blood in hand

 

Magdalena,

 though history scolds

 

Magdalena,

 your heart withholds

 

Magdalena,

 much more than friend

 

Magdalena,

 —the truth contends

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

The fences and billboards

 disappear in the sanctum

 

As theory is abandoned

 —and true knowledge takes hold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

With each tick of the second hand

 the immeasurable on trial

 

Imagination deposed

 all parameters set free

 

The Poets acquitted

 the logicians suicidal

 

All reference and syntax

 —imploding at light speed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

The older I get,

  the more distant they seem

 

The past and the future,

  reality’s dream

 

The older I get,

  the deeper it feels

 

Distraction aborted

  —the moment revealed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

Contentment has set in,

  all restlessness gone

 

The hour growing short

  —the day forever long

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Should God destroy a mountain

  because you’re afraid of heights

 

Should the sun stay fixed forever

  to keep away the night

 

Should the birds all sing in unison

  drowning out the siren’s call

 

Should the questions all have answers

   —with you master of it all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

A poem is never truly finished,

   a song never finally sung

 

As words and lyrics age the silence

  —all time forever young

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)