Not only did the words come,
  they brought their friends along

They pitched their tent—built their fire
  and began to sing their songs

The sparks flew as memory rose
  good tidings in the air

Phrases birthed, new families penned
—brotherhood to share

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The intrinsic beauty
  of the present moment

Exploding our consciousness
  rewriting the hymn

Outracing the words
  to an epiphany of reflection

Outpacing all time
  —absolution within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The Poetry of Philosophy,
The Philosophy of Truth,
A equals C,
—'Carmina Veritatis'

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Formal education,
  requires a fence

With borders to confine,
  and logic intense

Three letters that matter,
  the I, S, and M

Each school suffixed over,
  its member’s defend

Realism, Rationalism,
  Idealism all…

Each name its own failing,
  as verity calls
  
True thought has no class
  or Academie named

It stands on its own,
  the truth its sole claim

With knowledge in conflict,
  the days turn to night

Academia’s lantern
  —burned out in the fight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

I’m predisposed to Italian food,
  even when it’s bad

I’d rather live in a period house,
  old windows poorly clad

I tend to favor contact sports,
  over all the other kind

My mind was trained to like these things,
  though better I would find

It wasn’t out of malice,
  or a sense that I was best

I drank the open chalice,
  never beating on my chest

With time my views have broadened,
  and my edges softened too

My life a jambalaya
 —and the truth a changing stew

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

To those who seek acquaintance,
  I can’t and won’t befriend
  
No time that isn’t mortgaged,
  no hearts will I defend

Each day begins and ends
  with gifted words upon the page

My blood lay rediscovered,
  new memories to age

My spirit lost within the Muse,
  my shadow running free

Her fond acceptance zero-sum,
  her voice my destiny

To those who say they know me,
  my verse they must have read

That person lost before the scribe,
  much better left for dead

And in the moment present,
  where all things take their place

I give myself back to a choice
  —no friendship can replace

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

If you never loved me,
would life be easier
would life be better

If you never loved me,
would you have emptiness
instead of joy and pain

If you never loved me,
would moments vanish
as wishes drag through the years

If you never loved me,
would your heart be orphaned
  —by a choice never made

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

Life’s too short for modesty,
  like the rooster strut and crow

Leave no regrets to follow,
—and a comet’s tail to glow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

There once was a time when women could cook,
  and men knew how to dance

Education was by the book
  no fuzzy math or creative finance

Parents visited their own parent’s homes,
  as the grandchildren came along

And life was so much better then
  new words to every song

There once was a time when women could cook,
  and men knew how to dance

Hearts were pure as dogs roamed free
  neighbors talked across the fence

Everyone shared those values true
  family mattering most of all

Because in the end, a community of friends
—let you rise and then stand tall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

There once was a time when women could cook,
  and men knew how to dance

Education was by the book,
  no fuzzy math or creative finance

Parents visited their own parent’s homes,
  as the grandchildren came along

And life was so much better then
  new words to every song

There once was a time when women could cook,
  and men knew how to dance

Hearts were pure as dogs roamed free,
  neighbors talked across the fence

Everyone shared those values true
  family mattering most of all

Because in the end, a community of friends
  —let you rise and then stand tall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

As a walker,
  I like pavement

As a traveler,
  open space

As a thinker,
  I prefer logic

As a mystic,
  only grace

A conflict sure,
  all age foretells

My soul,
  this state decries

The answer dearest
  to the one

To the other
—always lies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

The day you realize ‘you are a writer’
   distinct from what you’ve written

Is a day you’ll treasure for what it brings
  —and not what it leaves behind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

I wish for tomorrow,
  as today slips away

Each moment more precious,
  the end drawing near

I pray for myself,
  in spite of myself

Hoping God is still listening
—my soul a deaf ear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

To be judged by fools
—where Devils go to burn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Deposit after deposit, memory is stored,
  interest compounding anew  

To transfer its balance of riches and gains,
—avarice must first bid adieu

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Hitchhiking through the wormhole,
  all time was left behind

Distance collapsing upon itself
  reflections other side

Waste material of a life unspent
  flowing back in a parted stream

Entry to a doorless mystery
  —from a lost forgotten dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

There is too much ancestry coursing my soul
  to do me any real good

To live in a cave on a deserted island
  my destiny best understood

Success once achieved is cast far aside
  its burden to hamper my play

Genealogy stalks and preys as it looms
  to darken those brightest of days

Each block lay unstacked as I run off again
  my freedom left calling within

My soul unattached to the gifts I step over
—all fame left adrift in the wind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

Tears of sorrow,
  tears of joy

Conjoin together,
  laughter’s toy

Tears of sadness,
  tears of mirth

Their wellspring one,
—a dual birth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Quantifying Art…
  quality by the pound

Feelings like hair, part
  —separation profound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)