All worth free of sanction

 its value beyond time

 

Our oath most revealing

  a memory divine

 

The Bard more prophetic…

 “To Thine Own Self Be True”

 

One meaning transcendent

   —that gift unto you

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The moment…

 something other than time

 

A consonant failure,

 its freedom in rhyme

 

Happening once,

 as it happens again

 

Beyond every measure

 —without and within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

You mortgage the future

 with the currency of time

 

To buy out your fate

 with more meter and rhyme

 

But one look through the darkness

 past devil and saint

 

Explodes your true oneness

 —the moment ordained

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Surrendering to love

  —an imprisonment of joy!

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Can time survive in purer form

 devoid of reference

 future—past

 

Can the present become

  a bible

 for every sage

 

Like a black hole

 compressing within itself

 imploding front to back

 

Its enigma leads

  to an eternity dark

   —lost candle to the flame

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

 

Do you have to do something

  you loathe or then hate

 

To finance the thing

  that you love

 

Do you plod to a tune

  out of step and off key

 

To dance freely with

  that from above

 

Do the moments you steal

  and those stolen from you

 

Stand opposed or conjoined

  at the hip

 

Are those times rare and precious

  to freely aspire

 

Worth a life lived divided

   —and split

 

(Train from White River Junction: March, 2016)

We do no favors,

  labeling genius

 

We do no favors,

  channeling the light

 

We do no favors,

  defining perfection

 

We do no favors

  —questioning delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Hope trumped last…

  a prisoner of death

 

A final capitulation

  —devil’s ransom beset

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Write your way out

  of a book

 

Sing your way out

 of a song

 

See your way out

 of the darkness

 

Feel your way out

 —of what’s wrong

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Your ideas have merit,

 that your words can’t support

 

Your spirit is strong,

 but your language is weak

 

Your eyes are wide open,

 while your tongue remains tied

 

Your voice now enslaved

  —to the freedom within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)