Dreams carry me across

  a mysterious land

 

Where the voice of my fathers

  so gently commands

 

It echoes now softly,

  in words only sung

 

A joyous recital,

  rewoven and spun

 

I never can stay there,

  I’ve begged till I weep

 

And with barely a whisper,

  I’m roused from my sleep

 

But when darkness befalls

  on my world once again

 

A new dream will come calling

  —to guide me within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

Broken feelings

My chest of gold

A ransom of torment

No trinkets sold

The treasure bounteous

Walls lined with blood

Its hurt and pain

I have withstood

The jewels lack sparkle

But shimmer deep

Their cut and clarity

My soul to keep

And words if cheapened

Must leave this throne

As the lid reopens

 —on the pain I own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

Authenticity,

Does the word ring true

Does it call from the outside

Or the inside of you

 

Authenticity,

Your voice renewed

Zero-sum once committed

Zero-sum payment due

 

(Barnes & Noble: Plymouth Meeting Pa:  January, 2016)

Persuader inside me

  dark sweetness cajoling

 

A talisman dangles

 —the present foretold

 

(Las Vegas: January, 2016)

Eat the dessert first,

  balance be damned

 

The icing to start

 —your cake to withstand

 

(Las Vegas-Cheesecake Factory: January, 2016)

Is anyone ever a total fraud

  or totally sincere?

 

Is anyone committed beyond mere space

  to a notion fond and dear?

 

Is anyone ever one hundred percent

  with subtraction the rule of the day?

 

Is anyone better than what they believe

  or worse than a mother can pray?

 

Is anyone ever truly in charge

  of that moment that slips through the hand?

 

Is anyone willing to dance beyond hope

  to a melody lost by the band?

 

Is anyone chosen from those who are not

  or entitled to what can’t be earned?

 

Is anyone welcomed straight into the light

 —on a path where all others have turned?

 

(Airplane-Las Vegas To Philadelphia: January, 2016)

Mountains are never as grave as the Sea,

  great heights with all dangers exposed

 

But depths that lay sullen, undiscovered, and dark

—hide a nightmare to sailors like me

 

(Airplane-Las Vegas To Philadelphia: January, 2016)

The past cried out a dire warning

 unlocking you from the moment

 

“History rules, the die is cast

  —the future of your discontent”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Bubbling up through the surface,

 one truth leaches out

 

Like a word long forbidden,

 oft whispered—it shouts

 

Rising up to the heavens,

 its message proclaims

 

“The eruption has started,

  redemption profaned”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Physics and Philosophy come together

 in what they are not

 

Cause and causation are different

 in the absolute thought

 

The blocks can be built and ordered

 over and over again

 

But what gives each block tenure and presence

 —science only rescinds

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

 ‘Forgive Me Stephen Hawking’