The hands of the thought
grab the tail of the feeling
All letters exploding,
a new comet takes flight
A cognitive power
an emotional flower
Forgotten when alone
—but together delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
The hands of the thought
grab the tail of the feeling
All letters exploding,
a new comet takes flight
A cognitive power
an emotional flower
Forgotten when alone
—but together delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
The book of Solomon
the Temple Mount
The ruler of winds
—time can’t surmount
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
No formula or numbers
as Albert had deigned
The greatest of mysteries
we share one domain
From outside he struggled
to bend back the truth
From inside I journey
its paradox loose
To him it was relative
to me more sublime
That thing we both search for
—the essence of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
The breastfed future
stripped motherlode
The past untethered
—back on the road
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The chorus unleashed
all heavens refrain
The passion released
—again and again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Switching to off,
the channel went dead
The music silent
inside my head
The repose of angels
dreams of a child
Respite from salvation
—just for awhile
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Little Lord Fauntleroy
left to devise
His future uncertain
a past once despised
Little Lord Fauntleroy
his choice lies within
To do unto others
or do unto him
Little Lord Fauntleroy,
escape from these walls
The lords and new creatures
—your legacy calls
(Memories Of Jim-Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
In the song of the antelope,
the Prince heard his Queen
Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen
The tower still distant,
its ramparts on guard
Just one point of entry
a hero’s reward
The mist in the valley
her prison unseen
Through clouds in the distance
her pleadings, her screams
The miles before him
twin antlers ahead
His future unfolding
—his destiny wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The chest is open
—its treasure exposed
The jewels uncounted
—with riches unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Your passion unheard
—words turn to prayer
Wishes now blessings
—hope in the air
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)