Reading for inspiration
and not for fact
The words paint a picture
in my mind
Like dominoes falling
one by one
They rise from the page
to remind
My fingers enliven
and start to draw
A vivid story
new image sublime
All colors reborn,
as each word is set free
The ink now transformed
—and divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Until It Will
It isn’t…
until it is
It wasn’t…
until it was
It shouldn’t be…
until it should
It won’t be…
—until it will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
\'At Bay\'
Start looking outside your frame of reference
for that which stands you alone
Stop longing for praise or high endorsement
things only borrowed or loaned
Start feeling those words you preach unto others
no longer idling yourself away
Stop blaming the time and the message it brings
—for those excuses that keep you ‘at bay’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Choice
Poetry or Prose
its hand reaches outward
A fist or a backslap
—composure or blood
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)