**** the truth,
  **** the lies

**** the trap,
  the choice belies

**** the freedom,
  **** the fate

Behind their masks
—transcendence waits

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

I’ve now started to dream
  while being awake

Sleep no longer needed
  to open the gate

The visions come clearly
  the music I hear

My mind surrenders
  looking back on the years

I’m fully aware
  but entranced when they come

The words of my Fathers…
  the beat of a drum

My eyes partly close
  as the chanting begins

My spirit reclaimed
  —from the darkness within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

Science will never prove
The existence of God
Science will never disprove
The existence of God
Its physics pre-emergent
Its logic self contained
If anything, a tool
To measure what’s at hand
But like the foundry never
Retaining the artists spirit
Quantum theory will never
Define the Creator
Both simple and complex
Defying contradiction
It’s inside the deepest paradoxes
That we come closest to God
And within those contradictions
Become truly ourselves
Emerging from the great mystery
  —both transcendent and divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

Reading for inspiration
  and not for fact

The words paint a picture
  in my mind

Like dominoes falling
  one by one

Each letter then the next
  so inclined

My fingers enliven
  and start to draw

A vivid story
  new image sublime

All colors reborn
  as each phrase is set free

The ink now transformed
  —and divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Reading for inspiration
  and not for fact

The words paint a picture
  in my mind

Like dominoes falling
  one by one

They rise from the page
  to remind

My fingers enliven
  and start to draw

A vivid story
  new image sublime

All colors reborn,
  as each word is set free

The ink now transformed
  —and divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

How can you teach Poetry,
  or breathe for someone else

Sharing what your soul has freed,
  deep within yourself

Can you cross a bridge unbuilt,
  its toll not yours to pay
  
Squeezing blood from wounds long healed,
—transfusion’s masquerade

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

When one man is cut
  —every man starts to bleed

When one man is healed
  —all men become as one

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)

The physics of divinity,
  atheists chide

Pews filled with charlatans,
  believers on trial

Trapped in their reasoning,
  with all logic stretched thin

Building walls to keep light out
  —and darkness within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

It’s not what you put on
  but what you take off

Each trapping a hangman
  —and choking its cost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Let the thoughts simmer,
  let the words breathe

Excesses slimmer,
passions reprieve

Leave the ink arid,
  keep the page clear

Treasure the silence,
—that only you hear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Writing…
  the only suture

When the truth
  starts to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

You can live
  in the past

Or pine
  for the future

But only
  in the present

Will you triumph
  or die

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2013)

Champion of life,
  trophies on the road

Accolades for someone else,
—one more thing to know

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)

For others to appreciate
  —but never understand

(Westborough Massachusetts: April, 2018)

To live on inside the hearts
  of those you’ve loved

Is life
  —beyond your dreams

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2013)

Once written,
  no longer in need of defense

Once spoken,
  no longer in need of repetition

Once embraced,
  no longer in need of approval

Once answered
  —no longer in need

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

An ounce of experience
—is worth 1000 lbs. of why

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

Complex messages
  need a simple structure

Otherwise,
  a reader is lost

The shorter the word,
  the greater the meaning

Its judgment by value,
  never by cost

    ‘The straighter the blade,
      the sharper the edge

    ‘The sharper the edge,
      the deeper the cut

    ‘The deeper the cut,
      the more fatal the wound

    ‘Victory certain
      —the truth bleeding free’

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

With days uncounted
  the present gained

A fresh encounter
  all time unnamed

A last breath drawn
  to hold anew

Those new words spoken
—where truth ensues

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)