Coming from nowhere
Going the same
The tracks in front
Pointing to
Tracks behind
The wind on the lake
Reminding
That I am still a guest
The snow on the ice
An invitation
Begging acceptance
New Hampshire Winters
Are white
In my memory
And frozen in their
Clarity
Even whiter
Dawns
Out of the stillness
A Moose crashes
Through the snow
Never acknowledging
My presence
His majesty
Confirming everything
That unfound I’ve lost
His spirit cries out
And with quiet respect
I follow him across
The frozen lake
Leaving tracks of memory
One final time
—never to be seen again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

To die without rhythm
  and bleed without rhyme

Each wish left unspoken
  in coupling divine

New heartbeats unwritten
  that call from within

Their cadence restructured
  all verse—now a hymn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016 )

Escaping into verse,
  the base of the castle rumbled,
  the ground beneath was shaken
  with new cracks inside its walls

Escaping into verse,
  all towering deception crumbled,
  as the self-anointed jumped and fell
  landing prostrate and so small

Escaping into verse,
  the mime shouted out enabled,
  his silent thunder raining down
  with a message now to scald

Escaping into verse,
  a new steeple built and gabled
  its bell to ring a lyric toll  
    —new life to those recalled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

He came to me joyous,
  his words still unread

A vision once spoken,
—new life for the dead

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilt
The count for sheep

New dawn unpromised
The die is cast
A croupier blocking
Sun’s setting mask

Through endless courtship
Dreams on the run
A jester whispers
Till sleep has come

The meadow sparse
Its reaper gone
New light unspoken
  —your buds in song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilt
The count for sheep

New dawn unpromised
The die is cast
A croupier wearing
Sun’s setting mask

Through endless courtship
Faith on the run
A Jester whispers
“Your dreams have come”

The meadow waiting
Its reaper gone
New light unspoken
  —your buds in song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Commercial success
A spirit repressed
Your shell now
The substance below

The glittering fame
Of a deepening shame
Darkened shards at the surface
To glow

Commercial success
Demanding spiritual redress
The light burning down
To its core

With the evening in shade
And emotions now grave
Your soul choking on its
new lore

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Does the chemist succeed
  without blowing things up

Were you ever in need
  from a bout of bad luck

Does the tree need to shake
  for the apples to fall

Does your heart need to break
  —for new love to then call

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

A chorus of enlightenment…
  awakens me again

With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes,
  all feelings wet within

Through steam I see her message clear,
  the mirror does confirm

My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry
   —new melody to learn

(Court At KOP: February, 2016)

A chorus of enlightenment….
  she’s woken up again

With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes,
  ablution wet within

Through steam I see her message clear,
  the mirror does confirm

My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry
  —new melody to learn

(Court At KOP: February, 2016)

Deeply hidden within thoughts
  that linger

A centuries old message to know
  and then feel

Remembrance crying out from the
  darkness now passing
  
In a voice so familiar—our fortune
  to steal

It calls to us silent, as it waits
  for an answer

It calls to us closer, as all
  distance revokes

It calls from within us in a voice
  our breath fosters

It calls from beyond all past anguish
  and hope

The air now grows heavy with
  a mist that induces

Words mate in the fog as the
  letters reverse

The ending comes first, as the beginning
  still chases

All sleep taken hostage
—as new memories converse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Compression ingestion
The world to implode
The numbers decreasing
—all resistance explodes

From diamond to carbon
Wheels spin in reverse
The groundhog, the treadmill
—new millennium’s curse

(Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

Compression ingestion
The world to implode
The numbers decreasing
  —resistance explodes

From diamond to carbon
Wheels spin in reverse
The groundhog, the treadmill
  —millennium’s curse

(Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

Compression ingestion,
  the world starts to implode

The numbers insipient,
—any space now in rows

From diamond to carbon,
  spinning wheels in reverse

The groundhog, the treadmill,
—new millenniums curse

(Brooklyn, New York: March, 2016)

Like the marathons of my
  forgotten youth

I now shy away from the
  longer poems

Sprinting restlessly anxious
  through the waning light

New moments explode
  —the old voluminous tomes

(Flight To Las Vegas: January 22, 2016)

Each day moving forward
   —plus one looking back

Every new morning
  —offering all that I lack

Night brings new cover
  —the stars peeking through

These moments a gift
  —as I spend them with you

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Dying in the moment
  reborn to eternity
The choice was like water
  the choosing like stone

Dying in the moment
  reborn to eternity
Magic reappeared
  as truth became known

Dying in the moment
  reborn to eternity
Age redeemed ageless
  all years now reclaimed

Dying in the moment
  reborn to eternity
The wind changed its course
  the storm to rename

Dying in the moment
  reborn to eternity
The entrance transformed
  map burning unread  

Dying in the moment
  reborn to eternity
Salvation points inward
  —new pathway ahead

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

Dying in the moment,
  reborn to eternity
The choice was like water,
  the choosing like stone

Dying in the moment,
  reborn to eternity
Magic reappeared,
  as truth became known

Dying in the moment,
  reborn to eternity
Age redeemed ageless,
  all years are reclaimed

Dying in the moment,
  reborn to eternity
The wind changed its course,
  the storm to rename

Dying in the moment,
  reborn to eternity
The entrance transformed,
  map burning unread  

Dying in the moment,
  reborn to eternity
Intention points inward
—new pathway ahead

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

Just before dawn…
  the answers came

And dressed in drag,
  they spoke my name

They claimed their place
  though none was offered

They stole a space,
  their masks on backwards

Just before dawn…
  the answers came

Stalking my query
  with falsehoods named

But in my wake,
  their lies would drown

The truth unanswered
   —new questions found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

It’s those desolate interludes,
  that create the new space

For our souls to exhale,
—and our dreams to escape

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

How now the vanishing wind…
  
The days are upon us
  last season begins

All words are regifted
  and placed into song

As time has now shifted
  our last excuse gone

How now the suffering lies…

The light burns immortal
  old visions decry

What’s done long behind us
  new storms call our name

The clouds mark their entry
—the past left to blame

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

My ticket punched, my fares been paid,
  the train sits waiting, rails now laid

My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
  its light shines distant, truth aglow

My ticket punched, the past on hold,
  the future scorned, the present bold

My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
—a heart to quench, new tracks in search

(Villanova Station: March, 2017)

The layman will ask…
  always questioning what

The poet observes…
  always adding a why

The universe inhales
  within the difference

And with each ensuing breath,
—new verse begins

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Nobody knew me,
  and that was my choice

The distance I kept
  protecting my voice

Though others had promised,
  their words fell in vain

My spirit untarnished
   whose breath I lay claim

My heart often suffered
  the pain I’d been caused

But a force pulled me inward,
  all hurt left on pause

This pathway my own,
  its direction so clear

Where alone I must travel
  —new voices to hear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

Sometimes,
  in the shadows
  of the early morning light

Resting in the
  shade,
  awaiting the beginning

And hiding
  from the end
  of all that’s unpromised

I watch
  the questions disguise themselves
  as often answered

And tuck
  new whispers soft within,
  —a certain change

(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)

Sometimes,
in the shadows
of the early morning light

Resting in the
shade,
awaiting the beginning

And hiding
from the end
of all that’s unpromised

I watch
the questions disguise themselves
as often answered

And tuck
new whispers soft within,
—a certain change

(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)

Sometimes,
in the shadows
of the early morning light

Resting in the
shade,
awaiting the beginning

And hiding
from the end
of all that’s unpromised

I watch
the questions disguise themselves
as often answered

And tuck
new whispers soft within,
—a certain change

(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)

The floodgates are open,
   the waters rush forth

New words have been spoken,
— their meaning on course

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

With no advanced ticket,
  I pay as I go

My boarding left open
  still more things to know

The day train a local
  expresses by night

My spirit rolls inward
—next station in sight

(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)