The voice of a Poet,
the breath of a Child

The curse of the Devil
—forever beguiled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

A gathering of Angels,
a welcoming hymn

Escape and deliverance
—call from within

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

***** water
washes away
poetic indifference

Leaving the stain
of what will be
—on what forever might have been

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Today
is in context
Tomorrow
is not

The moment
held captive
The future
uncaught

To be
unbegotten
No birth
and no death

The present
resplendent
No last
— dying breath

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

I tried and tried to tell you,
but I was lost in mixed emotion

I tried to not offend your spirit,
as I wandered looking for a home

I tried to make you understand,
the hard edges would soon come off

But in the morning your fear returned
—our love forever lost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

You remind me
of a person
I’ve never
met

Of an
idea
that I’ve
never had

Of a
feeling
never mine
to feel

In a
moment
forever
— lost to time

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

If love had just one window
that was open, never closed

My verse would fly like turtle doves
—into your heart bestowed

(Thoughts Of Kathryn: April, 2021)

If music is the soul of art,
then what can writing be

Is it the eyes, perhaps the heart,
in printed reverie

Is music the stage whereupon,
all other art encores

For if it is, all words rejoice
—to sing for evermore

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017 )

A second first date
a telltale sign  
that she’s the hill
my heart to climb

A third first date
the past a blur
my thoughts held captive
entrapped in her

A fourth first date
all time had stopped
her eyes enchanting
the mountain topped

A fifth first date
my world anew
her saving grace
— the words “I Do”

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Every second, an infinity
happens
... in relativity!

(West Philadelphia: January, 1973)​

Tell me your secrets
I’ll tell you a lie

Bid me good tidings
I’ll bid you goodbye

Proffer me kindness
my heart a deaf ear

Timeless your offer
—whose moment I fear

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

Immortality
a panacea
if not for the cost
— mortality

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

A minute to make a moment
the instant to endear
A vow to make a marriage
more committed year to year

A ribbon to make a bow
once the tie is fastened right
A hope turned into wishes
wrapping tidings ever tight

A man begets a son
with his legacy passing on
A matriarchal mother
making lullabies of songs

All time forever timeless
past—future in default
As fate unlocks eternal
the Muse inside your vault

(The New Room: June, 2022)

Like an arrow shot free of its bow,
  thoughts become sighted and free

Whose words when laid down on the page
  —their meaning forever to be

(University City Philadelphia: May, 2019)

Step out from behind your ego,
see what others see

An imperfect vacuum caught in time,
a drum with empty beat

The mirror lies habitual,
to pose as your best friend

A single letter does conspire,
whose “I,” your will portends

That monetary wardrobe,
gold patches on your sleeves

To hide the truth you’ve left unsaid
—forever to deceive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Regurgitant youth,
digestive age

All life a buffet,
serving up on the page

Chew before swallowing,
savor each piece

That first you ingested
—forever to feast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

The West changes you…
its wind blowing
distant and near

A promise you
had always meant
to keep

A feeling
better gifted
than kept

A memory
forever waiting
—unknown

(Limon Colorado: July, 2019)

Run away from the what,
  let the how lead the way
Keep the questions before you,
  and the answers at bay

Deem your motion perpetual,
  with all stops left behind
As those presents unwrapped,
  open up in your mind

May the wind rise to greet you,
  and your sun never set
On those places now ******,
  that you still haven’t met

May the wisdom of sages,
  be your rallying cry
As you course through the ages,
  ever wondering why

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)

Some men remain conflicted,
  some men are justly bad

Some men are deemed to stay confused,
  some men forever sad

Some men will strive for fortune,
  some other men for fame

Some men will choose to be alone
   some live their lives in vain

Some men will cast their seeds
  upon a desert hot and dry

Some men will start to questioning,
  forever asking why

Some men to wile their time away,
  lamenting where its gone

Some men to live entire lives,
  not knowing right from wrong

Some men will cry when milk is spilt,
  some men pick up the glass

Some men to try a different ilk,
  molasses hardening fast

Some men will try to say hello,
  wrapped in a last goodbye

Most men will die alone in bed
  —forever wondering why

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

Is a poem ever finished...
or a song completely sung

Does today end with tomorrow
—is love forever young

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Be proud you’re a Poet
be careful who you tell
Your words once absconded
—from heaven to hell

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)

Waiting on
a distant wind
to carry me
away
And blow across
these borders
of tomorrow’s
yesterday
To lead me back
inside myself
while hearing
the old hymns
Remembering
what the past forgot
to see the light
— again

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

The tension between
two disparate answers

Reinvents the question
—rebirthing the truth

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

I never read it,
the way it was written

I never wrote it,
the way it should read

The lines connected,
were for me to be broken

A lesson once ending,
is where I began

I spoke out of time,
out of place…out of line

I wrote what I saw,
once the future was gone

I prided myself,
in a vision self nurtured

Asking permission for nothing
—and forgiveness for less

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)