I never wanted to be famous,
I only wanted to be great
I never promised you an answer
even now as questions inflate
I traveled each and every highway
as time kept changing once again
I never told you it was magic
—just a wish blowing in the wind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
First Cut
Knowing
not repeating
The weakness
of all refrain
A first cut
true and deepest
Once healed
—its scar remains
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Love Our Fate
If the world would only stop on cue
all promises made would return anew
The seasons would rearrange their order
and lines we’ve drawn—no longer borders
If the world would only dance on cue
and kick up its heels for me and you
Then what a show we all could make
to merengue together—with love our fate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
File Or Burn
Seeing better from a distance
than you ever could up close
The memories play like children
in voices that you spoke
The truth is where you find it
every season, every turn
Where space creates acceptance
—your soul to file or to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
False Reflection
Stop trying to be a poet,
and say what you feel
Kill off the dilettante
both hands on the wheel
In front of the mirror,
we all wear a crown
Are your verses to be written
—by a sage or a clown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)