Stop searching for Divinity,
—become Divine

(Villanova University: February, 2017)

There’s a level above choice
  where the answers are clear

The options there vanish
  yes or no disappears

Beyond wishing and hoping
  something less—something more

All time but a servant
   —slave to light evermore

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Like a blanket or quilt,
  the Muse wraps me in consciousness

Sealing me in with her warmth
  each night rejecting the cold

Like a filter or screen,
  the Muse tempers all consequence

Under her protection and safety
   —words sleeping untold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Sleeping with the Muse,
  my nights have grown short

Sleeping with the Muse,
  all senses comport

Sleeping with the Muse,
  words dance with delight

Sleeping with the Muse,
  confronting my fright

Sleeping with the Muse,
  her will tests again

Sleeping with the Muse,
  not lover or friend

Sleeping with the Muse,
  my dreams sacrificed

Sleeping with the Muse,
  all rest put on ice

Sleeping with the Muse,
  the whispers come clean

Sleeping with the Muse,
  excuses demeaned

Sleeping with the Muse,
  my spool is respun

Sleeping with the Muse,
  divorced from the sun

Sleeping with the Muse,
  in darkness I learn

Sleeping with the Muse,
  my spirit confirmed

Sleeping with the Muse
  till dawn’s freeing light

Sleeping with the Muse
   —new verse to take flight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Sleeping with the Muse,
  my nights have grown short

Sleeping with the Muse,
  my spirit comports

Sleeping with the Muse
  words dance with delight

Sleeping with the Muse
  confronting my fright

Sleeping with the Muse
  her will tests again

Sleeping with the Muse
  not lover nor friend

Sleeping with the Muse
  my dreams sacrifice

Sleeping with the Muse
  all rest put on ice

Sleeping with the Muse
  the whispers come clean

Sleeping with the Muse
  excuses demeaned

Sleeping with the Muse,
  my spool is respun

Sleeping with the Muse
  divorced from the sun

Sleeping with the Muse
  in darkness I learn

Sleeping with the Muse
  the day will confirm

Sleeping with the Muse
  till dawn’s freeing light

Sleeping with the Muse
  —new words to take flight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Sleeping with Laura
  and not making love

Lost in her aura
  and thoughts from above

Sleeping with Laura
  all vanity chaste

A feeling impregnates
  —the blame heaven laced

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

At the far end of the casket,
  his girlfriend hugged his wife

And told her she was sorry,
  that she had tried to steal her life

Their tears then ran in unison,
  for one who loved them both

The years they shared now testament,
  to a choice he left unspoke

They never met before this day,
  and would never meet again

But each knew well the other,
and they almost felt like friends

The mistress left, the children wept,
  and the grandchildren played outside

As his wife looked down, saying “your hell has passed,
—sleep well my love, goodbye”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

The notion of time,
  a potion sublime

A bottomless pit,
  the physicists fit

Today or tomorrow,
  the future or past

As your arms wrap around it
  —your hands lose their grasp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

The notion of time
  a potion sublime

A bottomless pit
  the physicists fit

Today or tomorrow
  the future or past

As your arms wrap around it
—your hands lose their grasp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

The more we think we know
  the more deceived we truly become

Accumulating knowledge
—the deception of time


(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

“Commercially Successful”
   —the metaphysical oxymoron

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

“Commercially Successful”
   —the metaphysical oxymoron

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Giving in to the writing
  all else went to hell

The bills stayed unpaid
  one room left to dwell

Giving in to the writing
  I rolled the last dice

Two dots facing upward
—and paying the price

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

Structure comes
  from the classroom

Imagery comes
  from experience

And it’s hard
  to structure

What you can’t
  —see

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Neither over nor under,
  ahead or behind

My position unreferenced,
  your judgment still blind

Not over or under,
  ahead or behind

So easy once labeled
  —so hard undefined

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Neither over nor under
  ahead or behind

My position unreferenced
  your judgment still blind

Not over nor under
  ahead or behind

So easy once labeled
—so hard undefined

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The beauty of isolation,
  the magic in being alone

A singular attraction,
—sagacious undertone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The artists only needed excuse
—an audience of one

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

Not like her,
And
Not like him,
And
Not like you
  —I write!

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

There’s a sense
  beyond five

A catalytic one
  that ties

The five together
  as one
  
In their mix
  an explosion

An auspicious
  moment

Allowing something
  to remake

Allowing something
  to become timeless

Allowing something
  —to escape

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)