All worth free of sanction
  its value beyond time

Our oath most revealing
   a memory divine

The Bard more prophetic…
  “To Thine Own Self Be True”

One meaning transcendent
   —that gift unto you

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Like spontaneous combustion,
  the words exploded

Molten lyrics erupting
  from the great unknown

Their only warning…
  trepidation inside the reluctant
  and unsettled heart

Their solemn promise…
  to free the unwritten prisoners
  of confusion and doubt

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

The logic in morality,
  lay hidden in the math

The danger in neutrality,
  an unwillingness to act

The numbers tell the story,
  as no Poet ever could

Their truth the final glory,
—in those values time withstood

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

The narcissism
  of small differences...

The egos crown
  of thorns

The sharper each
  individual barb

The more frequently
  it’s worn

A grand
  pontification

Whose wind
  blows just one way

Into the face of
  vanity’s ghost

In jealous
  —disarray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Many fuels create the heat,
  but one temperature reigns supreme

Many fuels create the heat
  —but one temperature frees the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

My life’s been a mess,
  but more than anything
  —I wanted to die well

To make up for those times
  I struggled and failed
   —and shorted the line

The people who knew me
  were driven away
   —in vain their love fell

Making love to my mistakes
  my hours were sentenced
   —through heartache defined

My life at an end
  more than anything else
   —I hope to die well

Undeserving of this honor
  I know that my chances
   —are slim, mostly gone

I still have to try
  to take any meaning
  —from this place where I dwell

A final reminder
  of all I am not
   —as I venture beyond

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

You till your own garden
  you sow your own seeds

You harvest the memories
  you feast on the breeze

You water those choices
  both made and unmade

Your truth deeply hoed
  —veracious to lay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

Can truth exist
  within a vacuum

Can it stand alone
  without listener or teller

Can its words contain value
  left to themselves

Can its verity outlive
  its many disciples

Can its hope transcend
  all circumstance and change

Can truth given unto itself
  —exist at all

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)

Lying to myself…
  the truth swimming free

Escaping prevarication,
  abandoning my schemes

The water got deep,
  its weight dragged and pulled

Till veracity returned
   —resuscitation fulfilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

There’s a great luxury
  in telling the truth

A richness verbatim
  no lies to refute

A strength of conviction
  beyond substance and style

Through the ages adopted
  —veracity’s child

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Poetic dyslexia
  the words juxtapose

The meaning in crisis
  where God only knows

Poetic dyslexia
  all feelings collide

Emotions in conflict
  —a verbal divide

(Forum Shops-Caesars Palace: January 23, 2016)

Written in the moment
   placed into time

The instant exploding
  —forever to rhyme

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

New blood will flow
  and breath exhale
   —as my steps go far and wide

With verse out front
  to lead the way
   —to that promised other side

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

While listening to everyone but myself,
  failing to take my own advice

I married the widow of dark consensus,
  betrothed to darkness—divorced of light

I followed her blindly into the cave,
  where the leopard of ignorance roamed

And watched as the demon devoured my words,
   unholy banquet—all verses deboned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

No matter how much
  you bandage a lie

The truth bleeds
—through and through

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

When eternity is mortgaged
  —your soul its true cost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)