There’s comfort in knowing,
things come and they go
The wind brings a newness,
whether lilac or snow
There’s joy in all laughter,
freely accrued
Music in words,
spoken only by you
A place to be born,
a moment to die
An ending beginning,
last chance to decide
That question unasked,
its answer unclaimed
Both orphans of joy
… no adopted refrain
To sing from the rafters,
an unfinished hymn
That angel before you,
the angel within
Death’s only proffer
…remembrance to lose
As the seasons recouple
—your world again new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Clever
I hate the word clever,
it seeks to demean
With hidden entendre’
and devious schemes
I hate how it sounds,
as it rolls off the tongue
To strike from all language
—if my power was sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Words Unspoken
Have your words stayed unspoken,
to mislead or confuse?
Those phrases kept distant,
the voice of the Muse?
Have your words stayed unspoken,
as you’ve traveled in vain?
Your mileposts painted,
with fury and pain?
Have your words stayed unspoken,
are your motives still pure?
Your thoughts as intended
—or to even the score?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Never To Last
All time shattered memory,
and faces now past
Stare back as I dream
—meant never to last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Dancing Freely
All of our passions
border on sin
The reasoning gray,
the line often thin
All of our joy
dances freely between
That Angel above us
—and a Devil unseen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Only For Show
I’m a Type A Poet,
literarily incorrect
In the company of fools,
my pen goes for their neck
They sing to the choir,
while we cry and spill blood
Their trash in the fire,
their lies in the mud
The things that we struggle with,
just folly to them
As their dilettante pleadings,
ramble on and pretend
Their self psycho-analysis,
and the time that they steal
Turn to dead broken promises,
masking what they can’t feel
The thing they most run from,
we welcome inside
As they tunnel and burrow,
trying harder to hide
And their one greatest fantasy,
for us never to know
That their self-proclaimed mastery
—was at best just a show
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)