Through the keyhole darkly,

  he could now remember his name

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his medicine kicked in once again

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he knew his daughter by her face

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he was now back home in his space

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his dog was closely by his side

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  his eyes though saddened, opened wide

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  her voice unwrapped a precious gift

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  a love once anchored, set adrift

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

  he felt the light begin to dim

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  his markers fade, his reference thin

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  the killer thief arrives once more

 

Through the keyhole darkly

  all loss of self—a closing door

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

Are the questions far better

  than the answers?

 

Do they contain the possibility

  that definition never will?

 

Is the magic of perception

  open ended in wondering why?

 

Is the essence of life itself

  beyond what words can ever tell?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)

Compression ingestion

The world to implode

The numbers decreasing

—all resistance explodes

 

From diamond to carbon

Wheels spin in reverse

The groundhog, the treadmill

—new millennium’s curse

 

(Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

It’s not about technique

  or style or genre

 

But something more…like a reflection

  or memory once known

 

Its light coming through

  a universe dark…undiscovered

 

Its message more a feeling than any genius

    —or logic grown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 27th 2016)

  Watching Elton John’s Free Concert

Secrets keep us sick

 as emotions run and hide

 

Perception dark and thick

 the truth turned into lies

 

Secrets keep us sick

 with denial center stage

 

Time bartered, the moment gone

 —nothing left but rage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Truth is a title,

 reason is a slave

 

Love is a mistress

 forgiveness, bed unmade

 

The past for excuses

 the future willed in vain

 

Memory still the master

 —of what goes round again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Last night I received an invitation

to my own death….

Signed by my former self

witnessed by a past unspoken

Sealed with a memory

I had yet to live

And stamped by a future

—now denied 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Your head turned away

 but you needed to hear

 

Your memory in flames

 and the truth very near

 

Your ears became deaf

 as new words tried to form

 

Your fear an asylum

  —where the past is reborn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

 

The world that we escape to…

 a thunder strike to come

 

That inner passing night train

 the past and future run

 

An image once to blind you

 now guiding through the maze

 

Temptation and redemption

 twin catalysts betrayed

 

One vision chosen blindly

 new insight falls like rain

 

As darkness drains the cosmos

 reflection dyed and stained

 

But memory comes as Savior

 stigmata left behind

 

Whose wound is now a fountain

 —where flows the deeper mind

 

(Plane Back From Dallas: June, 2018)

Do you live your whole life

  in a partially filled space

 

Do you swear up and down

  about reasons defaced

 

Do you sing in a choir

  where the music has died

 

Do you brand all as liars

  as your knots remain tied

 

Do you rob from the master

  just to steal from the slave

 

Do you live in a mansion

  built on top of your grave

 

Do you look for direction

  on trails hollow and thin

 

Does your soul beg correction

  torn away from within

 

Do you begin every sentence

  tracing back to the past

 

Do you live every moment

 —writing checks you can’t cash

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)