Surrendering to love
—an imprisonment of joy!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Lost Candle Of Time
Can time survive in purer form
devoid of reference
future—past
Can the present become
a bible
for every sage
Like a black hole
compressing within itself
imploding front to back
Its enigma leads
to an eternity dark
—lost candle to the flame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Divided And Split
Do you have to do something
you loathe or then hate
To finance the thing
that you love
Do you plod to a tune
out of step and off key
To dance freely with
that from above
Do the moments you steal
and those stolen from you
Stand opposed or conjoined
at the hip
Are those times rare and precious
to freely aspire
Worth a life lived divided
—and split
(Train from White River Junction: March, 2016)
No Favors
We do no favors,
labeling genius
We do no favors,
channeling the light
We do no favors,
defining perfection
We do no favors
—questioning delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Dark Ransom
Hope trumped last…
a prisoner of death
A final capitulation
—devil’s ransom beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Write, Sing, See, And Feel
Write your way out
of a book
Sing your way out
of a song
See your way out
of the darkness
Feel your way out
—of what’s wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The Freedom Within
Your ideas have merit,
that your words can’t support
Your spirit is strong,
but your language is weak
Your eyes are wide open,
while your tongue remains tied
Your voice now enslaved
—to the freedom within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Where Dreams Have Laid
My writing conceals a deeper truth
than common sense abides
Each word unwraps a higher sense
than fame or fortune buys
Every breath I take, the future staked
the moment crowned as King
All beds remade where dreams have laid
—the present everything
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The Distance
We anticipate the future
—by remembering the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The Swinging Door
Cowardice and bravery
Not either-or
But different levels of
Valor and shame
A swinging door
Whose facings change when swung
A foil to confound
The Poets dream
With glory and disdain
Bravery and cowardice
Not zero-sum
—but often look the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
