Hear,
Before speaking the words
Unwritten

Speak,
After writing the words
Unheard

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

A storm is coming,
  the sky will cry

Each cloud a tissue,
  old light to die

The gale once gone,
  all hope renewed

From end to end,
  the picture blue

The circle spins,
  the cycle turns

What came before
  must then return

The seasons frozen
  by grand decree

One reason chosen
  to set you free

All time a servant
  His master plan

The past and future
   just also-rans

This moment precious,
  this moment blessed

To live within you
—your heart at rest

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Love yourself first
  before someone else will

Feelings vested, spirit rhymed
  attraction distilled

Love yourself first
  before someone else will

Your beauty self-reflected
—another’s heart to fill

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

What is the difference
  between a fact and the truth

One limited in time,
  the other free and unproved

Language and formula,
  the great deceivers abound

As the light burns inside us
  —our hearts to impound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Do your words sharpen,
  as your feelings dull

Do your actions harken,
  what’s still to cull

Do your wheels spin faster,
  as you sink in place

Does the meaning retreat,
  as you blindly chase

Do your moments forecast
  or serve to remind

Does the past just bookmark
  what your future declines

Does the master you serve
  in false prophecy dwell

Do you still have the choice
  —between Heaven and Hell  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

To live life as a Poet,
  to slay the demon time

Your spirit freed with every verse,
  in meter and in rhyme

To reach beyond your passion,
  to say what others feel

To bring tomorrow home today,
the devils wrath to reel

To wander past your memory,
  returning once again

Each word a ticket through the gate,
its path now lined with friends

Their faces each and every one,
a title to a poem

That left your hand so long ago,
—with heaven its to roam

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Art must be transcendent
  to justify itself

It must leave its creator
  and go somewhere else

Directing itself onward
  in a life of its own

Its form to become formless
  —once heavenly known

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

Locked inside a rhythm,
  married to each sound

The cadence plays a wedding march,
  the rhyme our vow out loud

Betrothed inside their union,
  a love forever grows

Verses come and children play,
—as heaven only knows

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The body borrowed,
  the soul to lend

The clock runs quickly,
—each click portends

The choices wagered,
  the chips they fall

The sins if proffered,
—a last downfall

Your memory staggered,
  the past in waves

The future stealing,
—are you enslaved

The trumpet blows,
  one last farewell

The die is cast,
  —heaven or hell

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

All of your efforts…
  an homage to false reasoning

Excuses misleading,
  art's truth to disown

Heaven's Atelier
  beyond comprehension

Its masterpiece living
  —beyond canvas or stone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Religion… my writing,
  all faith in my pen

My savior the words,
—the Muse heaven sent

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Eric never asked a question,
  Stevie couldn’t answer

As hearts aspire, their stage on fire,
  the Garden’s roof asunder

One lick and then another,
  with Clapton our new mother

As Winwood melts a father’s keys,
—to hell with heaven’s thunder

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Some will then tell,
  still others describe

Those feelings of bliss,
  those hearts that decry

Each new phrase bringing life,
  to words once alone

With a meaning immortal,
—now heavens to own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Power…
  the father of choice

Emotion…
  the mother of love

Freedom…
  lost child of betrothal

Returning
  —on wings from above

(Richmond Virginia: April, 2019)

Marry your will
  unto your heart

The heavens to bless
—and to guide

Counting spaces between the notes,
  the music came alive

The melody deepened, the band on fire,
  all bees have left the hive

Breathing in one fast refrain,
  my lungs too full to stop

An Angel melts his pearl baton,
  the Sirens blazing hot

New sounds created, harp destroyed,
  the clouds all push apart

As heaven waits for one last riff,
—to claim my beating heart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Micromanaged children
  in a micromanaged world

The I’s all dotted, T’s all crossed
  lost within the swirl

Each cup seemed overflowing
  empty spaces void and null

All time and place for life’s surprise
  —now victim to its toll

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)