If language a bullet,

  the pen is my gun

 

Its wound self inflicted,

  the verse zero-sum

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

 

Written in the moment

   placed into time

 

The instant exploding

  —forever to rhyme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

Are you obligated

To retain

The verses you write,

Or do you systematically

Release

What no longer can survive

Unnamed,

As they mark the trail

Of their exit

With letters penned in

Judgment

That you no longer own,

Memory forming

An ancient speech pattern

Waiting silent and distant

For new words to create

An even newer anonymity

  —where truth may be found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

 

Those thoughts not adopted

  and orphaned alone

 

To never have surnames

  —all bastards enthroned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December 24, 2014)

 

 

What I knew before birth

 I will know after death

 

This slight pause called life

  —where the soul takes a breath

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

 

The evolution of

Time

More art

Than science

Its measure and

Validation

Astounding mankind

From the very first day

If such a thing

Even exists

It is only in the abstract

  —neither visceral nor sublime

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

My thoughts are my weapons,

  my pen is my sword

 

My will is my whetstone,

  my Knighthood

    —my Lord

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2014)

In the shoals of the lake

  a deeper truth was buried

 

It waded ashore

  when your memory was parched

 

Irrigating a message

  long ago forgotten

 

Returning your forgiveness

  —washed free of blame

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

 

 

Why

 

Why is it

When people are

Telling you

That you

Shouldn’t,

You better not,

And don’t…

That you most

Feel like you

Have to,

Need to,

And will

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

 

       Here Not There

 

Where I am

  is where I will always be

 

Where I will always be

  —is where I am

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

 

 

 

 Juctim Tamquam Unum

 

When one man is cut

  every man starts to bleed

 

When one man is healed

  —all men become as one

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

 

 

The enemy of my enemy…

  often masquerades as my friend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)