Virtue is a lover
  —that must be wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)

Victory is a lover
—that must be wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)

The past doesn’t pass away quickly enough
   the future on the run

The present an echo between two lies
  —as the moment never comes

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

I purposely avoid
   all words to impress

No ‘genre’ or ‘penchant’
   ‘couture’ or ‘egress’

The meaning embodies
   what each letter foretells

To be spoken forever
  —beyond heaven or hell

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

The River….
Passing water
Through time
Its message
Deliverable
Beyond the millennia
Beyond the confusion
  —beyond

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2013)

The only way to cross eternity
  is in a poem

Distance not measured in miles or years,
—epic ballads to intone

The light speed meteor will chase forever
  the wake of verses flown

Where words fly silent and words fly deep,
  —beyond a future heaven loaned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

Poetry…
Attacking the mood
Driving its impression inward
Beyond all excuse
Wounding the intellect
Calling out names
Saving the moment
  —resurrecting the soul

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)

Using me as a weapon
  and not a shield

The Muse would
  parry and ******

Attacking with a message
  that wouldn’t yield

She prowled my light hours
  in disgust

The sword of my fathers
  hers by right

To ensure
  tonight’s salvation

Collapsing the moment
  reversing my sight

Each cut
  a revelation

All time was dead
  its hours uncast

As she thundered out a
  mystery

Her lightning destroying
  all futures past

My soul
  —in forced recovery

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

What man can’t understand
  he often chooses to believe

Where lying just beyond his grasp
  all faith and dogma bleed

What man can’t understand
  he follows blindly ill conceived

A void to fill as darkness hides
—a fantasy supreme

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Writing about life…
  he was powerless over death,
  life was what he was good at

Death, a combination
  of all he would never understand
  and all he would never accept

It was a major failing,
  never to bring closure or a period
  to the end of his sentence

Along a road predestined,
   mirrored by the face of denial,
   redemption unreflected—beyond his view

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Can men fight without symbols
  where victory calls beyond love and hate

Can men die without symbols
  or reason conquer the blindest faith

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

In youth,
  my writing slaved beneath my leisure

To answer questions
  only when the pen aroused

But as grayness enters now
  on a near horizon

New feelings past my age emerge,
  —beyond my doubt

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 1977)

The Sage brought me to the Muse,
  when I was but sixteen

Her face familiar, her words estranged,
  my fate caught in-between

As years went on she whispered
  and oft times took the lead

To guide my wishes past my fear
   —old wounds there left to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

Turning words into feelings
  all description must die

The music taking over
  earth kissing the sky

Turning words into feelings
  we begin once again

Beyond all destination
  —beyond all journey’s end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Can you escape your own intelligence,
  can you cross that final line

Can you release your own magnificence,
  starting over, redefined

Can you see beyond your vision,
  can you wish beyond your dreams

Can you think beyond your knowing,
—can you love beyond the gleam

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Who speaks to you sincerely,
  who calls your name out loud

Who plates your image clearly,
  and picks you from the crowd

Who tends your words forespoken,
  as you wander near and far

Who waits for you rewoken,
—just beyond the nearest star

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Art….
  immortality's window
   —to open or close

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2018)

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)

A window framed with memory
  lets in the brightest light

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

Casting off the millstone
  the rock of age has come

As darkness hides beyond the sash
  —to greet the rising sun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

If consciousness were to exist
  beyond the self

What opinions
  might it change

Can something exist outside its
  own space

Can something be something
  it’s not

Is time the new slave
  to the master it birthed

Can the end
  be started again

Can the future or past,
  exist on their own

Can the present
  be something untouched

Can you believe what the facts
will disprove or disclaim

With reflection beyond logic
  and guilt

Can you teach what you’ve learned
  in spite of yourself

Can your silence
  tame the mountainous roar

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Knowing the music wouldn’t last,
  his lyrics waxed poetic

Becoming immortal beyond the sound
—all history bowing within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2017)

My head is neatly organized
  my heart on fire again

Thoughts escaping, love unleashed
  emotion teared and stained

All conflict over—fate in charge
  direction hard and fast

As Venus leads beyond the sun
  Apollo in the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

Like clubs inside my golf bag
  each verse a different face

Some to drive straight down the course
  others lift and then embrace

My swing is oft adjusted
  as words take off and fly

And landing safe beyond the trap
—to make the devil cry

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)