Writing to a standard,

embattled in time,

his words both sparse and dire

 

All targets in sight,

his focus most dear,

new readers to inspire

 

His argument made,

with phrases reborn,

the verdict theirs to choose

 

All time on the run,

his will to attack

—with nothing left to lose

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Pushing his will against the status quo,

all time began to move

 

Scouring through each ominous lie,

veracity behooved

 

Giving with nothing left to give,

his soul turned inside out

 

Tomorrow dancing openly with yesterday’s dreams

—today no longer in doubt

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Fighting his very nature,

conflict raging inside him again

 

Feelings demand what thoughts can’t command

—neither enemy nor friend

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)

Be somebody’s hero,

give more than you get

 

Reach for something bigger,

cast a wider net

 

Be somebody’s hero,

your name to live beyond

 

The casket and the headstone

—your memory left in song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

 

In her clouds of mystery,

souls recalled

 

Where voices cry out

—from Shangri La

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)

Sometimes…

our greatest pleasure

is the absence of pain

 

As often…

the best thing that can happen

—is nothing at all

 

(Dreamsleep Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

 

 

Can you see that it’s true,

but not prove what you know

 

A problem physicists

and philosophers share

 

Hints all around,

results to confound

 

As the questions unanswered

—ensnare

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Popular music,

and popular verse

 

Their power intrinsic,

listeners search

 

Beyond even Mozart

and Longfellow’s rhyme

 

A gift to the masses

—in presents of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Letting his past

 determine his future

 

Old voices in charge

—all memory in pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

A sword slices through empty space,

the air bleeding as sutures trace

 

To pierce not once but pierce again,

your breath scarlet, its stain portends

 

A breeze sharpens—all time erupts, 

seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt

 

The wind incited—torn by pain,

truth the loser, impaled again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)