There’s a well

in your meadow

only music can fill

 

It’s deeper

 and wider

and calls to you still

 

With its bucket

overflowing

and rope fastened tight

 

Sweet melodies   

waiting

— to quench your delight

 

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Last night

I was able

to outgrow myself …

again

for the very

first time

 

Life was unspun

in the moment

relayed

where tomorrow

and yesterday

rhyme

 

Competing with

the future

the sky

and the moon

my wandering

complete

 

Turning my

destiny

inside out

my nature

expanding

—replete

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Better to reach for something

and miss

than to hold back playing it safe

 

Destiny in the intention

and choice

hesitance falling from grace

 

Better to be adopted

by truth in flight

than the orphan of a lie

 

Where words and music marry as one

on the highest mountain

—you climb

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

 

The best thing of all …

 a memory treasured

The worst thing of all …

a memory shamed

Blessing the one

cursing the other

To live on beyond us

— in praise or blame

 

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Like a thief in the night 

academia

wears enlightenment

as a mask

hiding its true agenda

— a stranglehold on the truth

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Divinity’s candle

stays burning alive

not born or created

 conceived or contrived

 

Its light from the center

forever shines through

the moment’s unveiling

delivering you

 

To places all knowing

through spaces unknown

the mix in the crucible

its myth to atone

 

The vision self-granted

when time is deposed

confirmed refutation

— with nothing to know

 

(Villanova University: January, 2024)

Monetizing poetry

— the darkest form of alchemy

 

(Villanova University: January, 2024)

Who do you call

when there’s nothing to share

How do you act

with tomorrow unfair

 

What do you dream

when your sleep is deprived

Why are the questions

though answered, contrived

 

When did your wonder

wander away

When did the path

eternally stray

 

How did the moment

slip over the line

How will you tell me

— your memory gone blind

 

(North Wales Pennsylvania: January, 2024)

I remember the day

you borrowed my pain

“Take it,” I told you

no need to explain

 

It’s shopworn and battered

each scar duly earned

Its weight a true burden

of prophecy spurned

 

Then when you’ve finished

the torture complete

Find a new soul

to will it discrete

 

But no matter what happens

or how much you cry

This loan is forever

—forever goodbye

 

(Haverford College: January, 2024)

Money buys

freedom

when blood’s

overdrawn

Reality’s

greed

destiny

pawns

 

Money buys

freedom

its truth

to bemoan

Dignity

truant

the future

— on loan

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)