Without hope,

condemned to desire

 

Without dreams

—all courtship is death

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Intellectual emotion,

emotional logic

 

Distinct, or one and the same

 

The mind seeks control,

the spirit rebels

 

In conflict—prescience regained

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

What once held me captive,

now sets me free

 

My wanderlust blowing away

 

The clouds and horizon,

that buttressed my world

 

Meld, as the night into day

 

Those words never chosen,

survive on their own

 

Verses dry, all wings taking flight

 

What used to confound me,

present, future, and past

 

Joined as one—in a fusion of light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

 

 

 

 

You’re too smart,

to be so stupid

 

Too warm,

to be so cold

 

Too bright,

to be close minded

 

Too young

—to be so old

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

 

The blonde playing hopscotch

had a tattoo

 

In a collision of eras,

her ponytail flew

 

As innocence skipped,

the ink started to run

 

A bastardized image

—of time overrun

 

(Villanova University Campus: October, 2019)

To start at the front,

before the beginning

 

Just to finish arear

—in back of oneself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

True palettes of nature,

our souls are reframed by difficult things

 

The hues growing darker

—forever to color the struggle within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Will there come a time,

not very far off

 

When all that you have

is what you believe

 

Will there come a time,

now closer than far

 

When what you believe

—is all that there is

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

 

 

 

 

Silence

—often the loudest voice of all

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

If you live your life truly,

death walks close behind

 

There to whisper…

“Time is not on your side”

 

Your choice pending darkness,

to ignore or befriend

 

And embrace

—or forever to deny

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)