The past faded

  as ideas came alive

 

Destroying with every thought

 the status…

   —of the status quo

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

The light through

My Grandmother’s

Bedroom window

Called out to me

 

‘Calls out to me’

 

Leading me to places

Where I had to go

Revisiting me now

In my twilight years

 

‘In my twilight years’

 

Reminding me again

Of those places I’ve been

And my reasons for going

As the mileposts shone

 

‘And the mileposts shine’

 

Reaching into the distance

Where the horizon pulled

And the dawn arrived

In what drove me once

 

‘In what drives me still’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

When your art

Becomes divorced

From any end result

 —you have arrived

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

Living in a rented room

  my thoughts became my own

 

Living in a rented room

  my borrowed soul was owned

 

Living in a rented room

  the fog began to lift

 

Living in a rented room

  my spirit set adrift

 

Living in a rented room

  the moment now the thing

 

Living in a rented room

  —to me, myself I bring

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

 

Learning should be an open meadow

 and not a cave to hide

 

When coupled with experience

 its lessons to abide

 

No degree or title, money or fame

 will direct you toward the light

 

Life’s one great lesson—living free

 the academic’s plight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A window framed with memory

 emits the brightest light

 

Its lock and hasp long since removed

 a journeyman’s delight

 

Casting off the millstone

 the rock of age has come

 

Where darkness hides beyond the sash

 —inside a rising sun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

If you never loved me,

 would life be easier

 would life be better

 

If you never loved me,

 would you have emptiness

 instead of joy and pain

 

If you never loved me,

 would moments vanish

 as wishes drag through the years

 

If you never loved me,

 would your heart be orphaned

  —by a choice never made

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

Warrior Poet…

Son of the raging

Tiger

 

Provoked

By the scent

Of anticipation

 

Roaming

In the abyss

Of all excuse

 

Preying

On all wasted time

And wasted lies

 

Stalking

The foreign crevices

Of each denial

 

Devouring

In the end

   —what you fear the most

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

The window open

  weathered and worn

 

My soul releases

  —spirit reborn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

Filling my soul,

  I spent the morning with Laura

 

Tearing down barriers

   —within the magic of her words

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

 

 

 

 1972 ‘Nittany Mountain’ Ladies Choice

 

Dancing to the music

  inside a mountain garage

    —Laura became my partner

 

Lost within her melody

  found within her words

    —never to be alone again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)