The string is broken,
the past is lost
A road forgotten
late winter’s frost
Memory clearing
new thoughts to spin
All distance thawing
—another Spring
(Court At K.O.P: February, 2016)
And She—My Breath Becomes
The Muse continues to punish me
whenever I write prose
Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt,
“no fury hell hath known”
She sentences me to endless nights
and days when words won\'t come
Until I succumb to writing verse
and she—my breath becomes
(The Court at K.O.P: February, 2016)
New Melody
A chorus of enlightenment…
awakens me again
With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes,
all feelings wet within
Through steam I see her message clear,
the mirror does confirm
My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry
—new melody to learn
(Court At KOP: February, 2016)
The Dragon\'s Fire
The Democrat party,
all masters and slaves
G.O.P left in tatters,
their promises frayed
Haves lie to the have nots
bright futures a whim
As the dragon’s fire burns
—the thick with the thin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
New Light Unspoken
Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilt
The count for sheep
New dawn unpromised
The die is cast
A croupier wearing
Sun’s setting mask
Through endless courtship
Faith on the run
A Jester whispers
“Your dreams have come”
The meadow waiting
Its reaper gone
New light unspoken
—your buds in song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
What Souls Hope To Find
An abundance of denial…
your mind turns away
What spirit embraces,
wealth hides and delays
“The dignity of the old man
in worn tattered clothes
Frayed pants covering high
button shoes, but not toes
“He wanders among us
just over the line
As eyes fail to see
what souls hope to find”
An elegance to rival
your white tie and tails
Where life now stripped free
of false richness—prevails
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Thoughts And Prayers—Thine
The vineyard has ripened
new words on the vine
The meanings have deepened
new blessings Divine
The verses fermented,
I drink unto thee
Consecration most sacred
the blood pouring free
The vineyard has ripened
fresh words on the vine
With faith still unshaken
my thoughts and prayers—Thine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
War
A hemorrhaging madness…
wounds bleeding again
Old stitches have broken
death marking the end
Unsutured indemnity
ensuring your pain
Flesh burning in enmity
—uncauterized shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)