When the spirit listens
—the heart forgives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
When the spirit listens
—the heart forgives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
You can take away health,
you can take away riches,
you can take my ability to see
But it will only cause me to feel
you more
—as I cry from bended knee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
I’ve always been good at making an entrance
never choosing to stay
I’ve always been good at passing through
most often forgetting the day
I bypassed adulthood, becoming a child
as your legions mocked and jeered
And answered those voices calling out of the wild
—embracing everything you fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Poor in stock but rich in spirit,
my clock does bow and sway
In rags and tatters all unstitched,
with joy do I still pray
My flesh is weak, my home now burnt
just embers to remind
That within this trouble and burning ash,
on the hour
—my heart still chimes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
I was twenty,
and you were nineteen
that day along the mall
When I heard a guitar
from deep inside
that round auditorium hall
Up on stage with legends
Son House, Muddy,
Johnny Winter too
A red haired, freckle faced,
blue eyed girl
commenced to sing the blues
You started with an apology
saying you were outclassed
and over matched
But once that voice
left your heart and flew
….in nothing did you lack
I followed you out
that afternoon
in the late State College Fall
And after fifty years of looking back
every moment
I recall
I walked you to the bus
as you said:
“We’re in Harrisburg tonight
“Why don’t you come,
it might be fun
from there I catch a flight”
The bus was full,
my eyes looked south
as I hitchhiked down #322
Fate unexplained
life forever changed
—that special gift from you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Where science ends
poetry begins
The wonder of it all
—questioned again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Silence often defines the verse
its music between the notes
The freedom to breathe, the moment to grow
fertility bespoke
Space may be perfect with nothing penned
to fill or then divide
Quiet and silence never the same
—true emptiness sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Do you need to open your eyes
to see?
Do you need to have the words spoken
to hear?
Do you need to pierce beneath the skin
to feel?
Do you need to first understand
—to love?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
No matter how often you
bandage a lie
The truth bleeds
—through and through
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Using words
only borrowed
—but not owned
Wearing clothes
stolen from a Mime
—not my own
I placed a token
metaphor
inside a pictureless frame
Giving you everything
but love
—time and again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)