Be the champion of your art…
or your playing fields will be empty
—and your spectators left suffering alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
False Hope
Before you fall,
you’ve got to stand
Your voice once stalled,
fates reprimand
The paradigm floats,
on swamps that drain
Where praise cries out
—false hope again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Its Light Shines
Truth has a power,
exclusively its own
Beyond opinion and verdict,
its nature is shown
Through good times and bad,
its light shining through
A frame to the vision
—whose picture renews
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Your Touch
I like the idea,
but not when it’s real
Your love in a letter,
to read but not feel
Lost in conception,
affection belied
Your words I can handle
—whose touch I deny
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Draining Our Spirits
Like an open wound
That won’t heal
The current political situation
Bleeds out…
A hemorrhaged polarization
Inside a malignancy of lies
Draining our spirits
—of all life giving faith
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Still To Dance
Not always understanding…
I write out the words
Lost in comprehension,
till wonder returns
Each line a new postulate,
no phrase left to chance
Last metaphor a song
—my mind still to dance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
First Light To Keep
The first cut sharp and burning red,
don’t edit away its fire
Keep the wound both fresh and raw,
never cauterize your ire
The horizon breaks just once each day,
a new dawn—cold hearts aspire
Rays burning deep, first light to keep
—old ashes to inspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Immemoratio
When emptiness
replaces memory
The wind…
forever ceases to blow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)