Like spontaneous combustion,
the words exploded
Molten lyrics erupting
from the great unknown
Their only warning…
trepidation inside the reluctant
and unsettled heart
Their solemn promise…
to free the unwritten prisoners
of confusion and doubt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Each word cutting through
ten pounds of flesh…
The Muse
—killing me with her love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Live divorced from the past,
engaged to the future
—but married to the present
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Living vicarious…
the most important attribute
of an effective Poet
Never consumed by your
subject
—consuming it in verse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
‘Dedicated To Emily’
I asked you to remain my student
But you wanted to teach
The balance between us changing
Our past out of reach
I gave what I could to your memory
And you borrowed the rest
Repayment to be due on arrival
—as you fly from the nest
(Villanova Pennsylvania- January, 2019)
Time not only seems to be speeding up…
it actually is
Perception trumping reality looking forward,
not looking back
Undercooked moments blow into the future,
their aroma unsettling
As tomorrow disowns today
—lamenting the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
What if the Universe has always been here,
defeating the concept of time
Never beginning and never to end,
whose story you cannot define
What if the future, present, and past,
are just crutches for the weakness we share
What if the answers lie beyond logic,
inside us—our essence to bear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Eternity shook,
as the words fell free
—startled, but unafraid
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The baser instincts
within a higher calling
—pain rewrapped in joy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
A great voice has been silenced
the wind through the willows
blowing once, never to return
His words left behind
to inspire and remind
—of those things that we still have to learn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
An Anthology Of Perception 