The creative process

  in a repressed spirit…

 

Its pressure a magnet

  —attracting the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the 3-Hour Eagles Documentary: June, 2016)

The intrinsic beauty

  of the present moment

 

Exploding our consciousness

  rewriting the hymn

 

Outracing the words

  to an epiphany of reflection

 

Outpacing all time

  —absolution within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Get caught in the dialectic

  before the day is late

 

Don’t wait for an invitation

  as they slowly shut the gate

 

The wolf now dressed in spun wool

  has broken from his cage

 

He hungers more for what we’ve lost

  an ignorance of rage

 

A traitor lurks in front of us

  to vanquish and to quell

 

But time that stops for no one man

  the assassin pledged to hell

 

The moment to act upon us

  the odds both long and wide

 

A battle still worth fighting

    for those before who thought and died

 

So if truth’s your greatest weapon

  wield it willingly and free

 

The enemy is upon us

  —and must leave on bended knee

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The progressive death knell sounded

  —one final serpent to mount

 

With excuses now abandoned

  —the dragon’s fire is out

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Using words to create feelings

  not feelings to create words

 

The letters but a footprint

  —along the path to being heard

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Stop changing…

And you will come to

A most unsavory

Form of death

 

Neither here

Nor beyond

Your spirit trampled

  —by a thundering heard

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

The kingdom of knowledge

  to its crown we are wed

 

Its light our betrothal

  its heavens our bed

 

The words ever regal

  trousseau not to beg

 

Thus will it be written

  —thus will it be said

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The older I get

  the closer it seems

 

The past from the future

  what’s real, to my dreams

 

The older I get

  the deeper it feels

 

Distraction aborted

  —all distance revealed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Contentment has set in

  all restlessness gone

 

The hour growing short

  —the day forever long

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

In the search for Crazy Horse,

  I found myself

 

He freed my voice,

  as he opened up my heart

 

Sharpening my words

  like the tip of his lance

 

Leading me through the forest

  back into the light

 

Across the wide prairie

  where the winds blow free

 

The sun not only rising

  —but pointing the way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)