Every scepter, every throne,
  reverts again anew

The god’s, their will divided,
—an Iliad of ‘truth’    

A war of good intentions,
  paved avenue to hell

Honor shamed, by Zeus renamed,
—that horse where judgment dwells

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Who declared politics
  a zero-sum sport

Where stadium’s freeze
  and statesmen abort

That last final moment
  in a sudden death game

With truth as the loser
  —forever in shame

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Is your poetry now dusty,
  as it lays back on the shelf

Have your dreams become dismissive,
  do you live for someone else

Is there mold inside your memory box,
   questions now long gone

Do you walk that lonely road alone,
—your heart to drag along

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

A step ahead
A step behind
The motion foreign
The distance blind

To look then forward
While looking back
The moment flounders
The line goes slack

The past—the future
Regret and hope
A sun now darkened
Your shadow gropes

A step ahead
A step behind
That missing link
  —still yours to find

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)

Only one thing calls out to heart, body,
  and mind

Causing seas to part—where yourself you will
  find  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

My level of concern
  goes only so deep

I care only to there
  in meters or feet

Beyond that depth
  lies a hidden zone

Where beneath the caring
  what’s really known

In my efforts to hide
  from the surface again

My words shelter there
  immune from the pain

Below its demeanor
  I now call out to you

From that place that I wander
  —and keep out of view

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

My level of concern
  goes only so deep

I care only to there
  in meters or feet

Beyond that depth
  lies a hidden zone

Where beneath the caring
  is what’s really known

In my efforts to hide
  from the surface again

My words become sheltered
  immune from the pain

Below its demeanor
  I now call out to you

From that place that I wander
  —and keep out of view

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Leaving room
  for the reader
  to grow within
  what you write
  insures immortality
  connecting your words
  permanently to their
  feelings
  creating a home
  where the meaning
    —can live

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-Hour Documentary: June, 2016)

Do they only get dressed
  for those formal affairs

Are your words clothed in rags
  when no one else seems to care

Awaiting an invitation,
  do the hours seem long

Your verse patent leather
  set to dance to a song

Are the verbs sharp as linen,
  is your meaning like silk

Is delayed expectation
  and the silence your ilk

Do your words hang in limbo
  like that tux in the dark

In a closet unspoken
—where the verses take heart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Writing for you,
  the words slip away

Writing for me,
  all letters in play

Listening to you,
  a cry far and wide

Listening to me,
—that voice deep inside

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

I once tried crossing over
  a bridge that silence built

And for mile after mile
  the quiet maimed and killed

My speech was dumb and dormant
  as I bided all my time

In hope of passing through the cracks
   the exit doors unrhymed

My life dead on arrival
  till a voice inside decreed

To build a frame beneath that bridge
   —and set my meaning free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

The visionary dies,
  but the image remains

To that we are faithful,
  to that which sustains

The Poet is gone,
  but his words are reborn

In the hearts of the needy
—those once left forlorn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018 )

Can consciousness be compressed
  like a distant Black Hole

Into a photon and travel away

Coursing into the darkness
  at the speed of light

Reality curving and swaying

With entropy chasing
  and time not around

Each Dwarf Star awaiting its fall

The one last dimension, thought lost
  and now found

A new portal—unlocked to enthrall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Learning should be an open meadow
  and not a cave to hide

When coupled with experience
  its lessons to abide

No degree or title, money or fame
  will direct you toward the light

Life’s one great lesson—living free
  the academic’s plight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)

Speaking to not one
  but the multitudes,
  the prophet bowed his head

And blessed within his servitude,
  the poor and hungry
  were given bread

Starting again
  his eyes looked up,
  and through a plain white cloth he bled

While standing in the place
  his father had,
  and repeating those words he said…

    “Don’t worship me,
      Redeem yourself,
      Divinity, yours at hand

     “Wash their feet,
       And free your mind,
       Bring peace throughout the land

     “Thank not one,
       But all you meet
       For a soul no longer wracked

     “And with each new breath  
       The Angels dance
         —salvation looking back”

     (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Speaking to not one
  but the multitudes,
  the prophet raised his head

And serving up his gratitude,
  the starving and hungry
  were given bread

Starting again
  his eyes looked up,
  and through a plain white cloth he bled

While standing in the same spot
  his father had,
  and repeating those words he said…

    “Don’t worship me,
      Become yourself,
      Divinity, yours at hand

     “Wash their feet
       And free your mind,
       Bring peace throughout the land

     “Thank not one,
       But all you meet
       For a soul no longer wracked

     “And with each new breath  
       The Angels dance
       —salvation looking back”

     (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Can you own the present,
  while renting the past

Can you steal back the truth,
  from the future at last

Will the reasoned excuse,
  ever be reason enough

For all questions to merge,
  with the answers rebuffed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2106)

A man must be measured
  to call himself such

Each storm must be weathered
  its helmsman so clutch

Fire must be extinguished
  for growth to begin

The seeds of new virtue
  —from the ashes of sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

Poetry,
a reconciliation of opposites
  —awakening the dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

The minimum standard defining a man
  —taking care of his family

The minimum standard defining a woman
   —taking care of her man

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

The questions more insightful
  than the answers

The feelings more human
  than the thoughts

The reasons more truthful
  than the excuses

The beginning more important
  than the end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

I saw the end
  in the beginning
  at the beginning
  of the end

I wrote the final chapter
  before the preface
  with nothing left
  to send

I walked a thousand miles
  before sitting down
  then walked a thousand miles
  again

To reach the end of
  the beginning
  the beginning of
  the end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

I saw the end
  in the beginning
  at the beginning
  of the end

I wrote the final chapter
  before the preface
  with nothing left
  to send

I walked 1000 miles
  before sitting down
  then walked 1000 miles
  again

To reach the end of
  the beginning
  the beginning of
  the end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Are the best
Moments
Fleeting…
Always
Drifting away

Are those
Feelings
Most precious
That come
And don’t stay

Is magic
Eternal
With it’s
Truth
Never clear

Is the
Music
The sweetest
We still wait
To hear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)