Throw away my legacy,

 throw away my eyes

 

Throw away my hopes and dreams,

 package them with lies

 

Throw away the reasons,

 your excuses now to reign

 

But never throw away my voice

 —to guide me through the pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Concerned with self

  birds in a row

 

Concerned with self

  all droppings show

 

Concerned with self

  the blindfold tight

 

Concerned with self

  not day or night

 

Concerned with self

  what’s real distorts

 

Concerned with self

  my voice retorts

 

Concerned with self

  front turns to back

 

Concerned with self

  —in truth I lack

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The mother lode of nighttime verse

  arriving late

  —all Satan’s curse

 

The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes

  old words unbirthed

  —in shadows grow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Are you judging from halls

  academic

 

Or from places where words

  cannot hide

 

Are your hours immersed in

  false reference

 

Or in a visceral pursuit

  that defies

 

All bias and excuse

  living tethered

 

In an ivy green mansion

  enthroned

 

While truth and beauty

  run together

 

Through open fields

  —that no pundit has grown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The cusp of brilliance

  can still be controlled

 

While genius can neither

  be coaxed nor cajoled

 

Being still on the fringe

  keeps one foot on dry land

 

But when totally immersed

  —only God can command

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

My walk each day

Takes me away

Where I can stray

My mind to play

 

Each trek it seems

Awakens dreams

And thoughts to be

  —each footstep free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Is God an attribute

  of human nature

   —like happiness and anger?

 

Or the result of strong

  feelings and desires

   —like faith and belief?

 

Does he exist outside

  our consciousness

  —with a will to shape and guide?

 

Living independent

  of the vacuum

   —this world creates?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The Dreamer….

  only he can see the journey’s end

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

From whom was your legacy born

  and where does your destiny lie

 

A voice calling out from the storm

  —a place where the words never die

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Living an eternity

  within each given day

 

The calendar subservient

  to the present foray

 

The moment at hand

  the only timeframe ordained

 

Exploding at once

  —over and over again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)