Writing should be
like making love
If you have to be taught
—you’re lost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Blinded Pride
The Emperor walks naked
past eyes fully cloned
To his subjects he panders
his pride for a throne
His strut his true signature
exposure supreme
Your opinion no matter
—he colors you green
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Nothing Lost
A four year endeavor
A lifetime of pain
The hours put in
Always fighting the strain
One hundredth of a second
Your dream crashes down
The spoils eluded
Someone else with the crown
No pictures or news clips
Today come your way
The prize to another
The trophy at bay
With pity now over
It’s time to dig in
The reward in the training
New endings begin
So head back to the track
Your pool or the court
The bar a bit higher
Your coach to retort…
“It’s all up to you
As you reweigh the cost
Never quitting—the magic
Until then nothing lost”
(Watching The Winter Olympics: February, 2014)
The Tears Of A Warrior
A Warrior’s tears…
blood from above
His fury unleashed
in a most perfect love
Though few understand it
a life heaven loaned
Dying immortal
—to be welcomed back home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)