Politics brings out the worst in us,
if in doubt—turn on the news
The denominator sinking low,
false prophets in the pews
All lust for privilege, fairness damned,
as old as man himself
Truth getting buried inside the deck,
as the bottom card gets dealt
Politics poisons and spoils the well,
leaving the common good to drown
Our animal natures, where dog eats dog
—power for sale by the pound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Forever Wondering Why
Some men remain conflicted,
some men are justly bad
Some men are deemed to stay confused,
some men forever sad
Some men will strive for fortune,
some other men for fame
Some men will choose to be alone
some live their lives in vain
Some men will cast their seeds
upon a desert hot and dry
Some men will start to questioning,
forever asking why
Some men to wile their time away,
lamenting where its gone
Some men to live entire lives,
not knowing right from wrong
Some men will cry when milk is spilt,
some men pick up the glass
Some men to try a different ilk,
molasses hardening fast
Some men will try to say hello,
wrapped in a last goodbye
Most men will die alone in bed
—forever wondering why
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
To Ignite And Amaze
Can you purchase tomorrow,
with yesterday’s wage
Can you eliminate sorrow,
still carrying your rage
Can you call out the answer,
with the question at bay
Can you set a reminder,
while forgetting your way
Can this moment unchosen,
be the instant that lasts
Can a heart still unbroken,
survive memories past
Can the choices you’ve made,
set the world all ablaze
Can you harness the fire
—to ignite and amaze
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Poly Sci
Yesterday proves…
“There is no science, to Political Science”
(Election Day: November 8, 2016)
To Whom You Pray
I reject all your religion,
in favor of myself
Those spewing virtues dogma,
often kill, with little felt
I reject your revelation,
with the truth inside my heart
I surrender your salvation,
from your guilt I live apart
I challenge your commitment,
when the road gets hard and long
The good intentions you submit,
Hell’s words without a song
I reject all faith in platitudes,
and your threats—both veiled and not
I refuse to live in servitude,
and tied to what we’re not
I will reach inside the goodness,
born to each and every man
I will choose to see the wonder,
of those souls who say “I can”
And as I look beyond tomorrow,
to that place we call today
I will live in thanks for who I am,
—and not to whom you pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
To Create With Your Heart
Are you technically perfect,
but spiritually weak
Are your words so well crafted,
your soul cannot speak
Are your rhythms unmetered,
your feelings unrhymed
Are you stuck in a format,
that kills the sublime
Do your stanzas all end,
their beginnings destroyed
Does your summation grieve,
its parts overjoyed
Can you escape sophistry,
your craft turned to art
Can you risk all rejection
—to create with your heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
The Three Stages Of Accomplishment
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(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)