Revenge…

 a desperate stepping stone

  —on the road to perdition

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

Stuck on the broken landing

Of a stairway to nowhere

My mood no longer elevated

My spirit remiss of song

 

Looking over the railing

Into a history that I buried

A ladder appears above me

But when I step—its rungs are gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Editing Poetry…

  which face comes off the mountain?

 

(Keystone South Dakota: August, 2013)

 

It’s all been different

It’s all been the same

It’s all been anonymous

It’s all had a name

 

It all had a beginning

It all has an end

Its truth lost in winning

Its game of pretend

 

And we search for the answer

And we question profane

And we blame it on providence

And we smother the flame

 

As we look toward the horizon

As we look past the shore

As the waves crash with meaning

  —now as then, and before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Don’t get ahead of the feeling,

  never forget a memory unlearned

 

Don’t think and kill the passion enflamed,

  forgoing the moment—all time left to burn

 

  (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Opinion,

  shapes the

  aftermath

  of what once was free

 

A commentary of

  detainment,

  adrift

   —on a windless sea

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

Deeply hidden within thoughts

  that linger

 

A centuries old message to know

  and then feel

 

Remembrance crying out from the

  darkness now passing

 

In a voice so familiar—our fortune

  to steal

 

It calls to us silent, as it waits

  for an answer

 

It calls to us closer, as all

  distance revokes

 

It calls from within us in a voice

  our breath fosters

 

It calls from beyond all past anguish

  and hope

 

The air now grows heavy with

  a mist that induces

 

Words mate in the fog as the

  letters reverse

 

The ending comes first, as the beginning

  still chases

 

All sleep taken hostage

 —as new memories converse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

The farther your emotion gets away from your art,

 the wider your canyon becomes

 

Creation echoing off a towering wall

 —coming back as a silence unsung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

Art must be transcendent

 to justify itself

 

It must leave its creator

 and go somewhere else

 

Directing itself onward

 in a life of its own

 

Its form to become formless

 —once heavenly known

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

There’s a sense

  beyond five

 

A catalytic one

  that ties

 

The five together

  as one

  

In their mix

  an explosion

 

An auspicious

  moment

 

Allowing something

  to remake

 

Allowing something

  to become timeless

 

Allowing something

  —to escape

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)