Beyond genius

  the spirit flies

Beyond genius

  the mood decries

Beyond genius

  no courses rowed

Beyond genius

  all time disowned

Beyond genius

  the map refolds

Beyond genius

   a world untold

Beyond genius

  the critics gasp

Beyond genius

   no serpent asp

Beyond genius

  the telling stops

Beyond genius

  no on—then off

Beyond genius

  all sight and sound

Beyond genius

  the square is round 

Beyond genius

  no lies are told

Beyond genius

  what’s new is old

Beyond genius

  the heavens sing 

Beyond genius

  —that final thing

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)

Taking a last breath inside

  the final moment

 

All perception at once

  inhaled

 

   —never to be released again

 

(Las Vegas: August, 2015)

When their finest work gets

  left behind

 

The great are often

  forgotten

 

Remembered only in

  metaphors of orphancy

 

Imprisoned within the brilliance

   —of a distant light

 

(Las Vegas Nevada: August, 2015)

Oft times,

The smallest of things

Are the biggest of all

 

Oft times,

The softer you land

The harder you fall

 

Oft times,

Life is a present

Tied with ribbon and lace

 

Oft times,

The one’s you ignored

In your dreams have a face

 

Oft times,

The beginning and end

Join together attached 

 

Oft times,

Those doors that you locked

With new love come unlatched

 

Oft times,

The family lost

In new loyalty found

 

Oft times,

The things that you’re not

  —free your world to go round

 

(Airplane To Las Vegas: August 1, 2015)

 

Walking the line,

  each step unmeasured and long

 

Walking the line,

  memories distant and gone

 

Walking the line,

  time seemed forever to last

 

Walking the line,

  the future indentured

   —to the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015 )

 

 

We’ve allowed our cities

  to turn into jungles

 

And now act surprised

  when the animals bite and maim

 

Refrain:

 

     “The new ‘Heart Of Darkness’

        the hunted unfree

 

      “Our surprise at their rebellion

        but the blame plain to see

 

      “A planned isolation

        the haves from have not’s

 

      “Now a cemetery of dreams

        —for dark progeny to rot”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)

 

Larcenous validator

  of all truth unto itself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)

 

This prison I’ve created…

  totally self made

 

This world I’ve evaded

  the fodder I trade

 

The reward is the punishment

  for not taking part

 

Old scars not to heal

  as I wait in the dark

 

The consensus, the polling,

  all truth on the run

 

Their shadows of misery

  no day in the sun

 

The price of the membership

  an eternity black

 

With dealers and charlatans

  all looking back

 

This prison I’ve created…

  by rejection self made

 

This world I’ve evaded

  the fodder I trade

 

No verity in circumstance

  my horse trails the cart

 

These bars I look out from

   —a last lonely heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)

 

Poetry is the effect

 never the cause

 

A living remembrance

  —of a legacy spawned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

Coffee Shop traveler

Caught

Between the beginning

And the end

Revolving

On a stool

Of broken dreams

Waiting

For a check

That never comes

Holding

A twenty-four hour vigil

For all who pass through

Dreading

A future sign that reads

  —WE’RE CLOSED

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2015)