It takes from your body,

  as it steals from your spirit

 

Hope its main victim

  —promised future unseen

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

 

What was created to expose,

  now a fortress meant to hide

 

Bastions of higher learning,

  masking havens safe for lies

 

Where discourse once was treasured,

  the ivy droops and sighs

 

With comfort their true measure,

  the dilettantes all cry

 

Plato is disgusted,

  John Locke is more than riled

 

As a millennium of learning

  is mocked in false denial

 

Students weak and wounded,

  from those lessons never learned

 

Their tomorrow’s but a doomsday,

  their futures sure to burn

 

Those words were there to save them,

  both the hated and revered

 

All truth in dialectics

   —left abandoned by their fear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he could now remember his name

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his medicine kicked in once again

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he knew his daughter by her face

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he was now back home in his space

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his dog was closely by his side

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his eyes though saddened, opened wide

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  her voice unwrapped a precious gift

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  a love once anchored, set adrift

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he felt the light begin to dim

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  his markers fade, his reference thin

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  the killer thief arrives once more

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  all loss of self—a closing door

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

Poetry…

 the key to Cosmology

 

A question for every answer

  —in search of itself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

Bury what you can with words

 —and remember the rest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

There are those who write poetically,

 and there are Poets

 

Eternity balances

  —on the difference

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Compression ingestion

The world to implode

The numbers decreasing

  —resistance explodes

 

From diamond to carbon

Wheels spin in reverse

The groundhog, the treadmill

  —millennium’s curse

 

(Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

Do you live your whole life

  in a half empty space

 

Do you swear up and down

  your excuses defaced

 

Do you sing in a choir

  where the music has died

 

Do you brand all as liars

  as your tongue remains tied

 

Do you rob from the master

  just to steal from the slave

 

Do you hide in a mansion

  built on top of your grave

 

Do you look for direction

  trails barren and thin

 

Does your soul beg correction

  torn away from within

 

Do you begin every sentence

  tracing back to the past

 

Do you waste precious moments

   —writing checks you can’t cash

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

 

Are you the hero

  in your recurring dream

 

Or the victim

  of a life undone

 

Are you the ambassador

  for all you esteem

 

Or a fugitive

  —a soul on the run

 

Are you a real friend

  beyond trial and strife

 

Whose allegiance

  now stalwart defends

 

Are you the true master

  of all your desires

 

Or the ghost

  —of what sleep can’t befriend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

Folding in to convention,

Sealed in creases of acceptance,

Maligned and misled

By the false promises

Of a stolen heart,

We chase the white whale

Of validation

Into waters of denial…

  ‘Fury—the rallying cry

   of our vengeful spirit

   Hate—the jilted lover

   of our fated selves’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)