The gravity of freedom,
the weight of space and time
Above the calculated noise,
the wisdom of the Mime
Truth reveals a vacuum,
where silence waits to live
As words describe what minds can’t see
—and imagery forgives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Did You Dream
Was the ending
self-fulfilling
Hopes and wishes
by the score
Did you live to dream
or dream to live
Of a life
—that’s something more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Unmasked
Every book has a hundred messages
trying to get out
Every song has ten inside of it
waiting to sing loud
Every painting has a hidden image
fighting to be shown
And every poem has a secret voice
—dying to be known
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Eight Questions
Will there ever come a time
when a moment doesn’t matter
Will there ever come a date
when the days won’t connect
Will there ever come a phrase
its words devoid of meaning
Will there ever come a song
whose melody won’t play
Have you let what you celebrate
turn into celebrity
Have your messages been transformed
into a billboard or sign
Have you become a lonely caricature
of a free and lasting symbol
Have your words become mere chatter
—in a pandering for fame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
A Singular Beauty
Discretions infinity,
its number unknown
One window sufficient
for its light to be shown
An exploding dynamic
tumbling over itself
A singular beauty
—in the distance unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)