Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite
Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light
Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone
Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home
(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)
Beginning To End
You want it to make sense
You want it to become clear
Your feigned self importance
No longer precious or dear
But the only one caring
And the one still in doubt
A mirrored reflection
Of what never comes out
Lunch breaks upon you
Again eating alone
Your steak is still raw
Chewed right to the bone
The banter around you
Seems innocent and yet
The shroud that surrounds you
Wards off and deflects
“You gain nothing by trying”
You gain nothing you say
As you begin crying
For those cast astray
That girl in the tall grass
The one in your arms
Went to be with another
When you bartered your charms
Her daughter who’s grown now
Some say looks like you
Could it be then you wonder
When the times were so few
You pay the cashier
And slowly walk out
This bill had been dear
More than you had allowed
With the bone in your pocket
You head back to your desk
As the cry of a mockingbird
Decries and behests
Your pen then runs dry
As you again start to write
On your left eye a sty
All vision in blight
Only then do you notice
Hanging pink and in front
And you know that your future
Now a dog that can’t hunt
So you walk to his office
And sit down in the chair
You look at him soulless
And try not to care
He explains “That he’s sorry”
That “The timing’s not right”
He says that “You’re valued,
But be gone by tonight”
As you clean out your desk
A new feeling partakes
You look up to the ceiling
Knowing all that’s at stake
And that feeling is good
That feeling seems right
As the feeling then pushes
And the feeling alights
You decide now emboldened
To stop on the way home
At the house of that one
You left mistreated alone
You heard of divorce
And you wonder how bad
The damage it left her
Was it worse than you had
As you slow down your car
She stands in the yard
As you speed up your heart
She says “Directions, how far”
She does not recognize you
Have you changed all that much
She looks at you puzzled
As you long for her touch
And you drive away empty
As you drive away cold
And you drive away blackened
From your heart to your soul
But your path is now clear
Though you’ve no place to go
And those things that you’ve feared
Have now rightly been shown
As you walk in the kitchen
The door never had locked
Standing behind you still smitten
The one you thought had forgot
“Was that you in the car earlier
Was that you, really you
I couldn’t believe it
Because I still love you, I do”
A reward wrapped in burlap
The priciest kind
Where if never rejected
You are never to find
So make just one more promise
To then promise again
To be true to your feelings
—from beginning to end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Two Thoughts For-10/20/2018
Of Singular Importance
The clarity of your words,
the purity of your heart
—the release of your soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Once Denied
The words a magic salve….
for the unspoken wound
—of a thought once denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Buried In The Coals
Do you think you’re Heaven worthy
for myself—I never have
The weight I carry pulls me down
and keeps me off the path
I avoid most every mirror
my reflection haunts me still
With eyes that stare like piercing lasers
to maim, and then to kill
My spirit left in ashes
my kindled soul to burn
Salvation buried in the coals
—from lessons never learned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
The Knife Edge Of Denial
Does weaponizing a stolen truth
give you the right to lie
From this perverted use of power
do others run and hide
Is this how force is wielded
on the knife edge of denial
With rules you change to suit your needs
your sly deceitful smile
When the real truth comes upon you
will you hang your head in shame
And see what’s false in all you’ve made
—for temporary gain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)