Written fragments
Broken songs
Stepping stones
To hope beyond

Music absent
Long at bay
Vagrant notes
  —last wish to play

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Written fragments
Broken songs
Stepping stones
To hope beyond

Music absent
Long at bay
Vagrant notes
  —last wish to play

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Those thoughts not adopted
  and orphaned alone

To never have surnames
  —all ******* enthroned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December 24, 2014)

The power of the written word
  the spoken word supreme

Ink to then commission
  what only breath can glean

Soldiers line up back to back
  letters ranked and filed

The command to march just given once
  —its war chant loud and wild

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The power of the written word…
  the spoken word supreme

Ink to recommission,
  what only breath can glean

Soldiers line up back to back,
  letters ranked and filed

The command to march just given once
   —its war chant loud and wild

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

You can take the verses with you,
   but false riches stay unrhymed

With love as wings, to heaven brings
  —your gold all left behind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

There once was a time
  when you lived on the inside

When you pierced my veneer,
  and saw what I saw

You knew what I knew,
  and felt what I felt

Your thoughts were my thoughts,
  your words finished mine

There once was a time
  when our circles were one

Two spirit's concentric,
  our soul's overlaid

That time has now passed,
  the feelings have gone

Both circles left broken,
—with love on the run

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

If the world would only stop on cue
  all promises made would return anew

The seasons would rearrange their order
  and lines we’ve drawn—no longer borders

If the world would only dance on cue
  and kick up its heels for me and you

Then what a show we all could make
  to merengue together—with love our fate

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Surrendering to love
  —an imprisonment of joy!

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Surrendering to love
  —an imprisonment of joy!

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The pen became my instrument
  the words became my notes

The stanzas burn like songs on fire
  new voices scream with hope

The ink runs free and heavy
  the score in black and white

The music coursing through my soul
  —to christen love’s delight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

The memory bitter
—from the taste of love’s denial

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

When you split the beam and the splintered edge
  is all you’re left with

The only one you’ve outsmarted
  is yourself

A prisoner of your severed choice
  and schizophrenia

The victim of your hearts defeat
  —and loves denial

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Your lies much more exciting,
  than any truth you never told

Stolen moments of pure delight,
  a fantasies cuckold

Your touch hides what your eyes cannot,
  my dreams you come to steal

Your body moves, your heart lays still,
  love’s reality—unreal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Look with your eyes,
  until you see with your mind

Listen with your ears,
  until you feel what you hear

Laugh with each breath,
  until you smile with your heart

Love with your will
  —until it releases your soul

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Inspiring you to write your own,
  my words fell silent
  your heart to roam

Creating space for thoughts to breathe,
  new feelings await
  my loves reprieve

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

I look at the money,
  asking what’s it all mean

From the toys to the honey,
  and the years in between

I look at the statements,
  as my love takes a bow

Thanking God my abatement,
  although late—came about

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

If you cut it up in pieces,
  will you miss the whole unseen

Its DNA in tatters,
and soul now left the scene

In your search for understanding
do your eyes burn hot and fry

From visions tightly woven,
—whose knots you must untie

When your world is brought to rubble,
  with its remnants cast about

Will you try to re-inflate balloons,
  whose air has long blown out

But tomorrow there’s a sunrise,
  and the next day after that

With not one question you need ask,
  to bring the daylight back

And once you learn this secret,
  now at rest upon your nose

Your mind will free with spirit joined,
—their love to recompose

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Time waits…
  the handmaiden of love

Love waits
  —only upon itself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Can you paint without color,
   can you think without language

Can you dance without music
—can you love without pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Checking the pulse
  on insanity’s wrist

Its beat never constant,
—as demon’s persist

The pressure to rise,
  with each maddening twist

Whose heart then to burst,
—into lunacy’s bliss

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Basking in the glow
  of what already happened

I wait for the explosion
  —of that yet to come

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Death arrives late,
  but the dying begins early

You sense it in your motion,
  —feel it in your bones

Life becomes compressed,
  before ending abruptly

Memory all that’s left
  —you lying there alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)