See with two eyes

Think with both brains

Speak in many voices

 —but love with one heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

The day you realize ‘you are a writer’

   distinct from what you’ve written

 

Is a day you’ll treasure for what it brings

  —and not what it leaves behind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

Make all of your life a prayer

  put all of your words into song

 

Take heart in those lyrics still to be sung

  —before the music forever is gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

       ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

Released from the prison

Of the extended word

Verse offered

Asylum

And a means of escape

 

Carrying me deep

To where the future-past  

Hides

All time to mislead

 —as the present conflates

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)

 

Poetry…

Attacking the mood

Driving its impression inward

Beyond all excuse

Wounding the intellect

Calling out names

Saving the moment

  —resurrecting the soul

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)

Feeding hope to the flame

  fodder to the mystery

 

Light unto the darkness

  —life begins again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

Can prayer overcome

 karma

 

Can wishes rise above

 fate

 

Can memory displace

 what vision instills

 

Can love pass beyond

  —without hate

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

 

 

 

We are often the

  most critical

 

Of what we are the

  most guilty of

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

To live as an artist,

   but die as a man

 

Dust forever chasing

  —what heaven began

 

(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)

 

I understand the isolation,

   what others call being alone

 

I understand the silent moments,

   the inner freedom to roam

 

I understand the derision,

   and the label of being called strange

 

With each new dawn I most understand

  —the joy in not being the same

 

(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)