What the eyes have not seen
—the heart cannot feel

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

"A Man’s true spirit can only be forged and replenished
    —in the fire of the unknown"

(Last Line Of Chapter 18 In My Novel ‘Revenge Along The War Trail') …. Published Sept 1, 2016

Logic and
Mysticism  
Connect
When knowledge
Becomes
The absence of
Self
A man in the
End
Says one
Final
Goodbye
As birth and
Death
Fade  
—to nothing at all

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

The better the poet
the fuller the sails
  —and the further the lines may stretch

The more ranging the verse
set to feeling’s unanchored  
—the more chances of fair winds ahead

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Standing for nothing….
  falling for everything

Time becomes your master
  each moment—zero sum

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

All faith bestowed,
—all honor secured

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

“So it shall be written
   so it shall be said”

A voice within the darkness
   whispers above my bed

“So it shall be written
    so it shall be done

“Your faith each new horizon
   —your love the morning sun”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

When you run out of smarts
—you better have guts

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)

Children,
  conceived in perfection

Born
  to disappoint

When the
  idea

And the reality
  —collide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Children,
  conceived in perfection

Are born
  to disappoint

As reality
  delivers

Hopes and wishes
  —disjoint

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Eternity shook,
   as the words fell free
     —startled, but unafraid

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Eternity shook,
   as the words fell free
    —startled, but unafraid

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Falling leaves mark the beginning
     of natures fast . . .
       Winter is coming

Hear her Icy bell blowing distance
   through your memory,
       as trees half naked
       spot the ground with clearer vision

         “Oh alas, the winds of winter blow
              captive through my soul
          And place the stones in order, spring
               doth disavow

           Whose cold reprieve an answer grants
                 in frosted shortened light
            To spread new life upon this breast,
                —and natures womb”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 1977)

Falling leaves mark the beginning
of natures fast . . .
Winter is coming

Hear her icy bell blowing distance
through your memory,
as trees half naked
spot the ground with clearer vision

“Oh alas, the winds of autumn run
captive through my soul,
And place the stones in order
spring doth disavow

Whose cold reprieve an answer grants
in frosted shortened light,
To spread new life upon this breast,
—and natures womb”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 1977)

Politics…
Fertilizing corruption
With the reseeding
Of lies
Upon dreams
That grow fallow
Upon dreams
That grow bare

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2013)

My world is different, my world is foreign,
  your words do then remind

My vision captive, my soul unpledged,
  the music solely mine

Never lonely, but then alone,
  my solitude you fear

As strangers swarm around your doubt,
 —whose falsehoods you endear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Before you fall,
  you’ve got to stand

Your voice once stalled,
  no reprimand

The paradigm floats,
  on swamps that drain

Where praise cries out,
  false hope again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

You have to cross the perimeter,
  for your border to expand

Stepping over the line,
  of yourself to demand

You have to follow that inner voice,
  calling out sacred and new

Rejecting false limits,
  on your way to the truth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Stop trying to be a poet,
  and say what you feel

**** off the dilettante,
  both hands on the wheel

In front of the mirror,
  we all wear a crown

Will your verses be written
  —by a sage or a clown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Stop trying to be a poet,
  and say what you feel

**** off the dilettante
  both hands on the wheel

In front of the mirror,
  we all wear a crown

Are your verses to be written
  —by a sage or a clown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

‘Yesterday was always better’
   a convenience of the past

A place to store what got away
  those things that didn’t last

‘Tomorrow may be better again’
   as we hope against the tide

While the present slips away unseen
  —its gift false time belies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

Fame is
Contingent
On
One of two
Possibilities

Complete
Rebellion
Or
Absolute
Capitulation

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)