Deception wears many faces

—the truth but one

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)

Art….

immortality’s window

   —to open or close

 

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2018)

There’s a wildness to a city

that wilderness doesn’t have

 

In closeness—an isolation

as tenants stalk their paths

 

The repetition of wanton avarice

pits dog and dog upon dog

 

The knife edge of the skyscrapers

cutting the residents into cogs

 

There’s a fierceness to the streets

the rockiest trail can never match

 

A menace looms inside their shadows

impossible to catch

 

Hidden death within the gridlock

as nature disappears

 

A violence calling from within

—only city dwellers hear

 

(Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)

Did you find the exact life you wished for,

do you have the money you craved

 

Did you find they were not the same at all

once that final purchase was made

 

Are you feeling nothing but emptiness

sitting here disillusioned and alone

 

Have the mirrors all been taken down

—stark reminders of the falsehood you’ve known

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

When did the global depression

begin

 

When did the leaves start to

wither and fall

 

When did the answers start questioning

themselves

 

When did the love vanish that springtime

recalls

 

Now, every method begets nothing

but madness

 

Now, the rotten pudding harbors proof

deep within

 

Now, every deal is dealt from

the bottom

 

Now, disowned and orphaned

—the truth cowers in sin

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)

My DNA lettered

My bloodstream in verse

My feelings in couplets

My last goes to first

 

My breathing in prose

My expression in rhyme

My horizons unwritten

My soul there to shine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

         To live inside

           your laughter

 

         To your hearts

           will I belong

 

         To write each hope

         eternal

 

         As all wishes

           turn to song

 

To My Grandchildren: October 9^th, 2015

I lived inside her laughter,

I slept inside her song

 

I wrote inside her meaning

—till our wishes all were gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

How do I exit gracefully,

how do I end it all

 

Can I rewrite the terms again

before the final fall

 

The kids now counting every day

the moments still all mine

 

The days and weeks of years gone by

a measure now defined

 

How do I finally say goodbye

and start anew again

 

This world peeled back against itself

no more left to befriend

 

Regret a word best left behind

for others who have sinned

 

Stepping into eternity’s vault

—last check to cash within

 

(Train #56 ‘Vermonter’ To White River Junction Vt. 3/22/2018)

 

A ray of warm sunshine

—sparkling delight

 

An arrival so blessed

on wings of a sprite

 

Its music plays silent

from distant to near

 

Springtime is calling

—the meadow so dear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)