To love but not like the one you’re with

 —life’s greatest curse of all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

I stand and stare as my children tick

 their message gifting time

 

The safe door open, movements alive

 their beats sound off in rhyme

 

All hands revolve to point the way

 and celebrate new life

 

While one calls out to adorn my wrist

  —and in my heart delights

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

 ‘The Musings Of A Watch Collector’

With days uncounted

 the present gained

 

A fresh encounter

 all time unnamed

 

A last breath drawn

 to hold anew

 

Those new words spoken

 —where truth ensues

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

Can you ever make love

 what you want it to be

 

Can a heart once broken

 become whole at the end

 

Can the feelings you wished for

 unleash and be free

 

Can the joy that alludes you

 —with longing befriend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

Time is speeding out of control

 as life is slowing down

 

The minutes of my memory

 lost hours going round

 

My eyelids close, the past on fire

 last vestige still to find

 

One image flashes bright and clear

 all darkness cast behind

 

The calendar in ruins

 this moment left in charge

 

The future marching backwards

 —the present looming large

 

(Burlington, North Carolina: April, 2018)

Poetic dyslexia

  the words juxtapose

 

The meaning in crisis

  where God only knows

 

Poetic dyslexia

  all feelings collide

 

Emotions in conflict

  —a verbal divide

 

(Forum Shops-Caesars Palace: January 23, 2016)

 

 

Learning how to become yourself

 the past and future grieve

 

Learning where the when begins

 — a moments destiny

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

God is a poet
his blessings in rhyme

Salvation unmetered
inspiration divine

His voice calls us inward
temptation now gone

Where the wings of an Angel
 —carry words into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Like the hub of a wheel

 reality turns

 

Each spoke a religion

 a doctrine that churns

 

Christians and Buddhists

 spread out to the rim

 

Jews and then Muslims

 attached deep within

 

The wheel turns in circles

 as spokes never touch

 

Each message turns blindly

 to act as a crutch

 

Until craters dismantle

 ….the wheel breaking free

 

To sink in exclusion

 all truth to be seen

 

Spokes pile and mix

 lying dead on the ground

 

The devil left crying

  —salvation unbound

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

In a distended reality

 the Buddhists were right,

 but pointed they were wrong

 

A metaphor chosen

 to soothe and delight,

 but our choices a different song

 

Transcendent revelation

 a spiritual ideal,

 as today takes its pound of flesh

 

The totality of being

 the noblest of causes

 —when the moment demands no less

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)