Does infinity
  come in sizes

Does forever
  stop and start

Does totality beckon
  then fall away

  —dissolving into parts

Is gravity
  a lost dimension

Is pure mathematics
  number free

Is a concept real
  if it’s never been thought

   —undiscovered reverie

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Lunacy…
  the unholy marriage
   —of laughter and fear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Larcenous validator
  of all truth unto itself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2015)

Prose…
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep

Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet
  —has so carefully made

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Every book has a hundred messages
  trying to get out

Every song has ten inside of it
  waiting to sing loud

Every painting has a hidden image
   fighting to be shown

And every poem has a secret voice
   —dying to be known

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Did you flavor it with Hemingway,
  or season it with Thoreau

Did you structure it like Eliot,
  or was Melville more your go

The rocks you choose to stand upon,
—just supports to look beyond

As you add your face onto the mountain,
  new words inscribed in song

Past voices serve to push you,
  to that place you’ve never been

Where your breath may cleanse forever
  the stain,
  —of unoriginal sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

You’re interested in the idea
  of writing
   —I just want to write

You’re interested in the meaning
  of it all
   —the darkness and the light

You’re interested in the idea
  of writing
   —I don’t have the time

You’re interested in questions
  with answers
   —those one’s I’ll never rhyme

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Fear, like prejudice,
  should not be handed down

To fallow the orchard
—or barren the ground

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Forty years,
  my will unbowed,
  —my loyalty untamed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Having fun with the words,
  the party lasted till dawn

The sun now a blanket
  covered verses to warm

Having fun with the words
  all new phrases to sleep

Resting inside my heart
—until daylight’s retreat

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The picture worth 1000 words
is priced only one way

Its value screaming
—until eyes close

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

It isn’t…
  until it is

It wasn’t…
  until it was

It shouldn’t be…
  until it should

It won’t be…
  —until it will


(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

It isn’t…
  until it is

It wasn’t…
  until it was

It shouldn’t be…
  until it should

It won’t be…
  —until it will


(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Until last night I had never been alone,
  never bereft of sleep

Until last night I had never been afraid,
  never afraid to dream

Until last night my thoughts were in stone,
  indecision a foreigner sure

Until last night my will had been staid,
  my conscience both steadfast and pure

—until last night  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

The snow fell,
freezing my hope
to the branches,
—waiting for spring

The snow fell,
dropping its cold
reminder,
—onto feelings bare

The snow fell,
through its grayish white
shadow,
—an untrodden dawn

The snow fell,
leaving me buried
inside this moment,
—until the melt begins

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

A four year medallion
A lifetime of pain
The hours put in
Always fighting the strain

One hundredth of a second
Your dream crashes down
The spoils eluded
Someone else with the crown

No pictures or news clips
Today come your way
The prize to another
The trophy at bay

With pity now over
It’s time to begin
The reward in the training
New words to your hymn

So head back to the track
Or your pool or the court
The bar a bit higher
Your coach to retort:

“It’s all up to you
As you reweigh the cost
Never quitting—the magic
Until then nothing lost”

(Watching The Winter Olympics: February, 2014)

Lying to myself,
  the truth broke free

Escaping prevarication
  abandoning my schemes

The water got deep,
  as the weight dragged and pulled

Until veracity returned
   —resuscitation fulfilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

True to the Muse, the words instill,
  each one a trusted friend

Her voice embedded in my soul,
—beginning unto end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)