Imperfection…
—the DNA within every art form
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Imperfection…
—the DNA within every art form
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
How much is enough
to have it all
How deep is the well
where teardrops fall
How long is the parting
until lovers weep
How high is the price
—ourselves to keep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
I made myself a wastrel
an orphan of my choice
And severed all my family ties
in search of my own voice
I left without once looking back
the present straight ahead
The past redundant, future flawed
to butter my own bread
The years have come with decades gone
old memories buried deep
Of times when I was young and hurt
to dream but not to sleep
New breezes blow, fair winds to call
the children come and go
As here I sit with no regrets
—my garden fully hoed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Should God destroy a mountain
because you’re afraid of heights
Should the sun stay fixed forever
to keep away the night
Should the birds all sing in unison
drowning out the siren’s call
Should the questions all have answers
—with you master of it all
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Basking in the glow
of what already happened
I wait for the explosion
—of that yet to come
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
A poem is never truly finished…
a song never finally sung
Words lay silent as yet unspoken
fresh voices—new races to run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
I often walk a mile
to go just fifteen steps
I often write ten pages
for that line that dries and sets
I often talk a blue streak
hoping for one special word
And often love beyond my heart
—with grace sent from our Lord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Lay your feelings out there,
put them on the line
Send your fear back down to hell
forever to remind
Evil in submission
darkness wrapped in fright
Its voice silenced with your words
—prisoner of the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Nothing brings a conservative and liberal
together…
—like staring down the barrel of a gun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Do I reach for understanding
or is knowing quite enough
Or deem then that important
if the difference smooth or rough
Do I understand a mountain
or the bear that lives within
Or just know that it belongs there
and the mystery that it brings
Do I understand the Ocean
or the waves that break so high
Or just hear its thunder crashing
and not need to wonder why
Do I understand what time is
its symbols and what they mean
Or understand a life laid down
in battles unforeseen
Do I understand a memory
or just smile whenever it calls
Or understand tomorrow
when today my life befalls
Do I understand the anger
or just control it when it barks
Or understand the danger
sometimes lurking in the dark
Do I understand the words I write
when the Muse shakes me from my sleep
Or understand the excuses loaned
—the reasons mine to keep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)