Wishes for horses,
  beggars to ride

Hope cinches tightly,
—dreams that won’t die

(Cowboy Poetry Festival-Elko Nevada: 1992)

Once you have everything
  you can give it all up
  gratuitous though it seems

But until that day
  we lust and pray
  for what alludes us
   —a prisoner of dreams

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

Never giving it all
Never losing it all
False wisdom
From the voices of drought

Emptying my heart
With a soul left in parts
All promises
Vain wishes in doubt

But giving it all
New rain started to fall
My eyes opening up
From inside

The clouds pulling back
Showing dreams neatly stacked
Where my will and my spirit
  —reside

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

The grass was greener
  the closer I came

Its vision clearer,
  and calling my name

All reach was extended
  beyond my grasp

With dreams now free,
  of future—and past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2017)

Some days my mind is hardened,
  on others like a sponge

Today my thoughts are heartened,
  with feelings on the run

Tonight as light transitions,
  and darkness fills the void

My mind and heart will lay as one,
true lovers—dreams of joy

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Nature speaks,
  in the quietude of dawn

A rapture complete,
  last word to your song

Her message repeats,
  till daylight is gone

With night bringing sleep,
  —and dreams to live on

(White Mountains New Hampshire: May, 2017)

To see any clearer
  I drifted away

From your
   lies

From your
  madness

From your paperless
  tray
  
The word forest
   called

For my pen to break
  free

From the blurred
  introspection

Hovering close to your
  tree

When my vision
  unclouded

A bigger picture
  appeared

In whose distance
  I found

What your emptiness
  feared

(Train In Massachusetts: March, 2015)

Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff
  old questions trailed behind me

The highway marked with broken dreams
  of searchers long ago

As Gallup filled my rearview mirror
  the sun reached out and grabbed me

My last horizon dropping fast
  —the finish line aglow

(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)

The University rustler’s aim
  herding and stealing…  
  hot irons from within

Professorial larcenous B.S. campaign
  letters branded
  to deceive and convince

The doctor licentiate
  disguised as Jesse James
  his gang riding shotgun up top

If they ever tally up all the things
  they’ve unlearned, they will shoot
  at each other—dumbstruck

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

The duplicity of solitude,
—thinker and thought

The lies we tell ourselves,
  hoping never to get caught

In darkness, living behind walls
  that conceal

Our thoughts from our feelings,
—masquerading as real

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2011)

The flames rose
as history burned
—and memory settled into ash

The smoke carrying away
all reasons why
—dying embers of the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

The flames rose
as history burned,
and memory settled into ash

The smoke carrying away
all reasons why,
—dying embers of the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

Training the enemy within,
  universities soldier on

Unchecked and unaccountable
  
They march to the beat of the
  government drum

Tearing us apart from the inside

While Rome burns
  —and Legionnaires die

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)

We have nothing to agree about,
  there is no common ground

You clinging hard to all excuse
  and me to reasons found

Thirty-five years and nothing’s changed,
   as you relive the past

Our blood runs thin, our names the same,
  you feast on what I fast
  
With history gone, there’s nothing shared
  except to disagree

You hanging on to a dying past,
  me, dying to be free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Dying alone on foreign land,
  death now grips his blessed hand

Never choosing time or place,
  but method certain,
—the Angels wait

An oak to fall on alien soil,
all seeds to heaven thrown

His words cast free to light the dark,
  that ‘Good Night,’
  —now his own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Explaining a Poem…
  poisoning the fruit

The meaning exploited
  —dead at the root

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The creative process
  in a repressed spirit…

Its pressure a magnet
  —attracting the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the 3-Hour Eagles Documentary: June, 2016)

Sleeping in the open air,
  reconstitutes my soul

Walking through an empty space,
  my spirit free to roll

Looking once but hearing twice,
  each calling from above

Seeing clearly deep within,
—new messages of love

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Your heart says yes, your mind says no,
  eternity bi-polar

A time to ****, a time to love,
—each dance best danced alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

My walk each day
Takes me away
Where I can stray
My mind to play

Each trek it seems
Awakens dreams
And thoughts to be
  —each footstep free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)