It’s you I like…
Not your lifestyle
Not your sexual preference
Not your political persuasion
Not your skin color
Not your nationality
Not your choice of religion
Not your lineage
Not your wealth or poverty
—it’s you I like
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Inspire Or Explain
An apostle of verse,
a peasant of prose
To inspire divine,
to explain—Heaven knows
(Wayne Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Turning Me Back
My pen would be dry if the world
were the only cry for more
But Laura’s voice from within,
asserts with solemn command
Kindling my eternal fire—stoking the
questioning cord
Burning away the doubt
—turning me back around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Kindled Lies
Is the artist in me a liar,
or the one who walks outside
Are my words and deeds in conflict,
which to breathe and which to hide
Would King Solomon have an answer,
to this split I often feel
Would salvation hold my name in check,
as today my soul to deal
Do excuses, like good intentions,
pave the way, perdition shown
Do the reasons then abandon,
idle hope when left alone
Can the spirit claim what time has lost,
in it’s quest to stay inspired
Can the truth once lit inside my heart
—set all kindled lies afire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Don\'t Look Back
“When staring death in the face…
never look back over your shoulder”
(From My Novel: ‘Death From The Sky’)
The Thing That Lasts
Can your intelligence
wound your spirit
Can your mind
entrap your soul
Can your hopes and wishes,
logic kill
Can damnation
be the toll
Or
Can a promise
wed tomorrow
Can the future
slay the past
A lifetime spent,
a moment earned
With love
—the thing that lasts
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
One More Tomorrow
You bought one more tomorrow,
from my borrowed yesterdays
My voice to sing with Angels,
your love the music plays
You bought one more tomorrow,
as you cast the dark astray
Replacing grief and sorrow
—with a torch that lights my way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
From My ‘Book Of Prayers’