Magic passes through you,

though never yours to own

 

Taking you beyond yourself

—gifted spell unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Fruitions seed is larger still,

get out your watering can

 

Fifty past one hundred years,

to shade what light began

 

Wisdom’s tree the hardest wood,

 millennium to rise

 

Truth ingrained, its bark unstained

—transcendence once denied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

Embracing indecision,

abandonment confronts you

 

My branches sharp and pointed,

my roots all buried deep

 

I pity your reluctance,

as the forest casts you lonely

 

A single tree in meadows vast

—alone against the wind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

If you say a man’s name,

he’s forever alive

 

Come hell or highwater,

the reasons abide

 

Losing someone’s greatness,

losing part of our own

 

Entombed in remembrance

—shared forever alone

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Everyone else has gotten off,

how long am I to stay?

 

The train unstationed, tender gone,

its engine writhed in pain

 

Did I miss my stop on the journey down?

“an express” the porter screamed

 

All light afire, ticket burnt

—satanic nightmare dreamed

 

(Drexel University: February, 2020)

The air I breathe,

the blood that flows

 

The light that shines,

the voice that knows

 

The question asked,

the answer stoned

 

Tomorrow sold

—today on loan

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

The devil in the details

—hell the final sum

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

Poetry has no gender,

it seeks a higher line

 

Never selling out so cheaply

—as the masses would define

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

“Cowardice often hides behind

   intelligence

 

“Until the strong winds of conviction

   —blow it away.”

 

(Quote From My New Novel: Sold Out, February, 2020)

If wishes were dreams

—eternity could sleep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)