Fantasy,
a past remembered
Travesty,
regret in embers
Sophistry,
no reason proffered
Majesty,
the treasure offered
Artistry,
the future tendered
Modesty,
true self is rendered
Memory,
where life is gathered
Presently,
—the time that matters
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Without there being a God,
we could never question his existence
Through the shadows of the interrogatory
divinity shines
Do apes question, do birds question,
do flowers question—Aquinas asked
Only through the act of self-reflection
—is the Creator truly known
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
Your head’s in the sand
the canary at hand
The beggar inside you
his kingdom commands
Mired in apathy
lost in denial
One last Armageddon
—the price of your wile
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Severed madness….
the wounds bleed again
All stitches have broken
stains marking the end
Unsutured indemnity
ensuring your pain
All flesh now in enmity
—last bugler in flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The vineyard has ripened
new words on the vine
The meanings have deepened
new blessings Divine
The verses fermented,
I drink unto thee
Consecration so sacred
the blood pouring free
The vineyard has ripened
fresh words on the vine
With faith still unshaken
—my thoughts and prayers, Thine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
An abundance of denial,
your mind turns away
What spirit embraces,
choice hides and delays
“The dignity of the old man
in worn tattered clothes
Frayed pants covering high
button shoes, but not toes
“He wanders among us
just over the line
As eyes fail to see
what souls hope to find”
An elegance to rival
your white tie and tails
Where life now stripped free
of false richness—prevails
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilt
The count for sheep
New dawn unpromised
The die is cast
A croupier blocking
Sun’s setting mask
Through endless courtship
Dreams on the run
A jester whispers
Till sleep has come
The meadow sparse
Its reaper gone
New light unspoken
—your buds in song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
If you think it’s just one thing
while believing it’s not
Or you hope it’s another,
then folly’s your lot
If you swear it sits outside,
as you dream from within
All meaning encrypts
—and your eyes close again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
A chorus of enlightenment….
she’s woken up again
With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes,
ablution wet within
Through steam I see her message clear,
the mirror does confirm
My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry
—new melody to learn
(Court At KOP: February, 2016)
I always felt
when it was time to die
The Muse would know
before you or I
The hours borrowed,
the moments loaned
Return to feelings
and verse unflown
With eyes never clearer,
or heart so bold
I make my exit
—with words untold
(Schuylkill Expressway: February, 2016)
