The gray dawn slaughters
the promise of spring
—with a desperate last goodbye

Its poisonous haze mocks
a sky forsaken
—with the sun again denied

Its blanket lowers
in a shroud of judgment
—its verdict darkly stained

To deluge its exit
in torrents of thunder
—as the light reflects in vain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

Freedom lives outside the gate
  of all convention
Choosing its own direction
  by the broken rule

Captured in the magic
  of this very moment
Living inside the promise
—of the coming dawn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2017)

No formula or numbers
  as Albert had deigned

The greatest of mysteries
  we share one domain

From outside he struggled
  to bend back the truth

From inside I journey
  its paradox loose

To him it was relative
  to me more sublime

That thing we both search for
—the essence of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

Compression ingestion
The world to implode
The numbers decreasing
  —resistance explodes

From diamond to carbon
Wheels spin in reverse
The groundhog, the treadmill
  —millennium’s curse

(Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

I believe the last person I shall ever see,
  is you
    —and you, me

I believe the last person I will ever know,
  is you
   —and you, me

I believe the last person I shall ever love,
  is you
   —and you, me

I believe the last place I will ever go,
  is to you
   —and you, to me

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

There once was a time
  when you lived on the inside

When you pierced my veneer,
  and saw what I saw

You knew what I knew,
  and felt what I felt

Your thoughts were my thoughts,
  your words finished mine

There once was a time
  when our circles were one

Two spirit's concentric,
  our soul's overlaid

That time has now passed,
  the feelings have gone

Both circles left broken,
—with love on the run

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

Living vicarious…
  the most important attribute
  of an effective Poet

Never consumed by your
  subject
   —consuming it in verse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
          ‘Dedicated To Emily’

Can you trust
  if not equal

Can you hate
  if not shown

Can you love
  without taking

Can you have
—but not own

(Ardmore Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Is life about how many
  or then about how much

Is the truth in computation
  or in what those numbers touch

Is the measurement empiric
  with a final answer shown

Is salvation in the lyrics
  with the word count still unknown

Is there faith inside the mystery
  that mere reason can’t abide

Is there something deep inside you
  that excuses cannot hide

Is there a wind that blows indulgent
  carrying an echo from before

With a voice that speaks the loudest
  the one you listen to—reborn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

“We’re all human” my Grandmother
    used to say
     —some of us are just more human than others

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)