The Devil not to be believed,
even when his words are true
Intent to spin ‘que es verdad’
old tactics—nothing new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Devil not to be believed,
even when his words are true
Intent to spin ‘que es verdad’
old tactics—nothing new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
I’m not collaborative…
my greatest strength
—my greatest weakness too
My words my own,
as others thoughts
—to them remain as true
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
A custodian of life…
guardian of the coming dawn
Survivor of the truth untold
—protector of what’s yet to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
You’ve got the how but not the why,
from heaven so ordained
For that one moment under God,
times fugitive proclaimed
You want to know the reasons past,
but not those left to find
A crown of thorns and peasant robe
—serve only to remind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
My Grandfather was a Poet,
my Father was a thief
Their spirits fight to own my soul
—my Son in cradle sleeps
My Grandfather spoke of beauty,
my Father spoke of sin
The truth now locked within a voice
—whose key I leave to him
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Do three dimensions,
preclude a fourth
Does pointing toward South,
prevent being North
Is now just the midpoint,
between future and past
Does the freedom to choose,
leave all nature aghast
Is one and one two,
if one is in doubt
Are the whole or its parts,
what this world is about
Are Creation and Physics,
at war with themselves
Is Divinity chosen
—willed unto one self
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
In addition to the slogans…
“Save The Whales,”
“Save A Tree,”
and
“Save The Oceans”
We need a new one…
“Save A Poet”
(University Of Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
Choking on her
greatest asset,
America dying
from freedom abused
Twisting in the wind
a talonless eagle,
Her heart ripped open
—her power accused
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Life’s journey through the darkest night,
whose final verse is clear
Temptation preying on itself
—all heaven for an ear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Breaking through the dialectic,
good and bad behind
Beyond to where the sky breaks clean,
and time does not apply
Escaping from the either/or,
my mind now free at last
Lost in the perpetual moment
—rules not hard or fast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)