When lost inside a world of dreams,
  the Muse becomes my guide

The days and nights stand juxtaposed,
  the sun and moon collide

And though my eyes desert me now,
  the past and future blind

My parting wish is not to wake,
—this sleep forever mine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

My thoughts are my weapons,
  my pen is my sword

My will is my whetstone,
  my Knighthood
    —my Lord

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2014)

No matter how much
  you bandage a lie

The truth
—bleeds through and through

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Kidnapped by the Muses,
   sentence now unknown

Thoughts are held for ransom,
  will denied the throne

Kingdom banned in exile,
  usurper in control

Welcoming confinement,
—house arrest extolled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Will anything serve to lessen,
  the ache your heart now feels

Will providence bring a blessing,
  if before the throne you kneel

Will the pain be slave or master,
  can the church bells ring once more

Will your pulse beat ever faster,
—if your faith provides the cure

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Is the truth even electable
   redemption now a sin

The confessional a voting booth
  —where liars dwell within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

When your mind is free,
—how can you trap it with alternatives

Strafford Pennsylvania: September 1976

The world pushes left
  the world pushes right

The middle ground deadly
  a trappers delight

Pigeons take refuge
  as hawks rule the skies

Hunting all charlatans
  —truth in their eyes

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Your heart says yes, your mind says no,
  eternity bi-polar

A time to ****, a time to love,
—each dance best danced alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Poetry a journey…
  each word a life’s misstep

When placing them together,
  one voice to bind and set

Its map within a puzzle,
  to point beyond the wind

A road that’s never ending,
—all travelers within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

A few seconds of eternity
   two more than you’ll need

One moment of profundity
   fog gone—vision freed
  
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

To share in Creation
—is to become Divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

My life has been folded over
  at least a hundred times

With twilight comes exposure
  and a reckoning sublime

Each crease a thing I’d never done
   each fold a place I’d hide

Now one by one the truth unwraps
—my secrets open wide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Can prayer overcome
  karma

Can wishes rise above
  fate

Can memory displace
  what vision instills

Can love pass beyond
  —without hate

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

I reject all your religion,
  in favor of myself

Those spewing virtues dogma,
  often ****, with little felt

I reject your revelation,
  with the truth inside my heart

I surrender your salvation,
  from your guilt I live apart

I challenge your commitment,
  when the road gets hard and long

The good intentions you now offer,
  Hell’s words without a song

I reject all faith in platitudes,
and your threats—both veiled and not

I refuse to live in servitude,
and tied to what we’re not

I will reach inside the goodness,
  born to each and every man

I will choose to see the wonder,
  of those souls that say “I can”

And as I look beyond tomorrow,
  to that place we call today

I will live in thanks for who I am,
—and not to whom you pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Once truth is judged delusion,
  we choose the lesser of two lies

Abandoning that voice unheard,
  stillborn—a baby cries
  
The ideal in dark remission,
  all hope now cast in flames

Making bargains with the Devil
  —as the future writhes in pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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)

Not cute or in genre,
  in tune or in tone

A message drives forward,
  the muse casting stones

Untimely, eternal,
  her voice speaking fast

My pen now a torch
  —the darkness is past

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

A window framed with memory
  emits the brightest light

Its lock and hasp long since removed
  a journeyman’s delight

Casting off the millstone
  the rock of age has come

Where darkness hides beyond the sash
  —inside a rising sun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

Poetic editor
—literary oxymoron

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

Never thinking about you,
  I think about us

Never thinking about then,
  I think about now

Never thinking about blame,
  I think about loss

Never thinking about you
—I think about us

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Dying,
   behind the mask you wear

Victim,
   —of your own masquerade

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Checking the pulse
  on insanity’s wrist

Its beat never constant,
—as demon’s persist

The pressure to rise,
  with each maddening twist

Whose heart then to burst,
—into lunacy’s bliss

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

A hunter of the frozen past,
  I stalk all time unanswered

To **** the demon inside the ice
  with eyes that burn,
  —its truth to thaw

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)

Literary vignette,
  snippet of truth

A little bit pregnant,
—baby’s first tooth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Keep your words close,
—but the silence closer

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Rewired, and now poetic,
  my words light up the night

And cast the darkness back to hell,
—the demon out of sight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)