Too old to be your Brother,

 too young to be your Dad

 

These private moments that we share

 our limbo iron clad

 

You wrap your eyes around me,

 I’m spellbound in your gaze

 

The years between us melt away

 and drift off in the haze

 

Too old to be your lover

 yet young with thoughts aglow

 

Your breath like silk, your touch on fire

  —my heart not free to go

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Is there a difference between

 judgment and observation

 

Is there a difference between

 opinion and introspection

 

Is there a difference between

 atonement and damnation

 

Is the difference only in the words

 —or is it something more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Love yourself first

 before someone else will

 

Feelings vested, spirit rhymed

 attraction distilled

 

Love yourself first

 before someone else will

 

Your beauty self-reflected

 —another’s heart to fill

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Each new Poem a gift

 as yet unwrapped

 

Its secrets lay hidden,

 its flow untapped

 

Waiting for the author

 to feel the pain

 

To seal the memory

  —to wear the stain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

The older the day

 the sweeter the memory

 

The sweeter the memory

  no reasons to find

 

No reasons to find

 tomorrow unmentioned

 

Tomorrow unmentioned

 —the present divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

Beneath the cover of defeat,

  final victory comes late

 

Sustained only by a will

 —refusing to give in

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

We’ve had forever to get it right

 this religion we hold dear

 

But why the murder and ‘holy wars’

 that underwrite our fear

 

We stand in judgment and wield belief

 with weapons poorly thrown

 

Our eyes rejecting while spirit’s cry

 —our futures poorly sown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

To die without rhythm

  and bleed without rhyme

 

Each wish left unspoken

  in coupling divine

 

New heartbeats unwritten

  that call from within

 

Their cadence restructured

  all verse—now a hymn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016 )

Thinking more of your constituency

 than they do of themselves…

   —political suicide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Are those dimensional theories a trap

 for what your mind will never understand

 

Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow

 an alien within its own land

 

Does the math and the science betray you

 with the numbers piled outside your door

 

Is the time sliced and diced infinitum

 —deliverance calling now as before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)