Life…
forever promising more
Death
—its own reward
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
I\'m Tired
I’m tired of baiting
and tired of hating
I’m tired of winning
in a rained out inning
I’m tired of loving
when love’s not returned
I’m tired of crying
tears poisoned and spurned
I’m tired of reasons
excuses for treason
I’m tired of answers
to questions now censored
I’m tired of forgiving
the past repeating again
But I’m most tired of wishing
—as hope turns to pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Reasons Mine To Keep
Do I reach for understanding
or is knowing quite enough
Or deem then that important
if the difference smooth or rough
Do I understand a mountain
or the bear that lives within
Or just know that it belongs there
and the mystery that it brings
Do I understand the Ocean
or the waves that break so high
Or just hear its thunder crashing
and not need to wonder why
Do I understand what time is
its symbols and what they mean
Or understand a life laid down
in battles unforeseen
Do I understand a memory
or just smile whenever it calls
Or understand tomorrow
when today my life befalls
Do I understand the anger
or just control it when it barks
Or understand the danger
sometimes lurking in the dark
Do I understand the words I write
when the Muse shakes me from my sleep
Or understand the excuses loaned
—the reasons mine to keep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)