Your head’s in the sand,
the canary at hand
The coward inside you,
his kingdom commands
Mired in apathy,
lost in denial
One last Armageddon
—the price of your wile
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Fate\'s Retort
To live within the moment,
and write as love does now befriend
“Light shining brightest as
hours grow short”
A beginning reunites with
the journey’s end
“Memory imploding
on fates retort”
A window reopens,
my heart beats faster still
“Epiphany’s march
neither to nor from”
To be saved in a final breath,
one last line to say I will
“The past and future
left exposed—undone”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Life
You can wish and hope for a hundred years,
or play the game a day at a time
You can focus on what’s at the end of the road,
or squeeze three nickels from your very last dime
You can pray for still more than some others might have,
or be thankful for what lies at your feet
You can love in the face of jealousy and hate
—or start downward on hell’s one-way street
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
No More Could I Seek
When my words are read
by the common man
No higher praise could
any writer stand
Awards and cheer
from the seasoned elite
Pale when measured
against those ‘in the street’
As I’m embraced
by those ‘salt of the earth’
My spirit lifts,
and I’m home from my search
Steadfast and loyal,
their voices repeat
No more could I ask
—no more could I seek
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the New Hampshire Primary- February 9th, 2016)
My Spirit Complete
Fusing thought with emotion,
words come to life
Images eternal,
feelings ignite
Lines play in concert,
all stanzas to meet
My psyche impassioned
—my spirit complete
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Divinity\'s Hymn
I sold my soul
for new meter and rhyme
Trading salvation
for a thing greater still
The joyful embrace
of one hell damning phrase
Living immortal, perpetual
—fulfilled
I sold my soul
as the Devil laughed
Knowing not, my final words
were for him
Exposing his lie
and his legions of hate
With my last breath
—Divinity’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
A Warrior\'s Chant
Wrapping letters around
the conflict
A war played out
with words
The fury of shouted
diction
Slaying enemies still
unheard
Shooting vision
into the onslaught
Attacking silence
as legion’s advance
Loading insight into
the canons
Killing emptiness
—with a warrior’s chant
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Reborn
Is life about how many
or then about how much
Is the truth in computation
or in what those numbers touch
Is the measurement empiric
with a final answer shown
Is salvation in the lyrics
with the word count still unknown
Is there faith inside the mystery
that mere reason can’t abide
Is there something deep inside you
that excuses cannot hide
Is there a wind that blows indulgent
carrying an echo from before
With a voice that speaks the loudest
the one you listen to—reborn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)