Once I was zoetic,
and words became life
But now I am dead
—and death becomes me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
One Well
There are Poets
for the stage
And Poets
for the page
The difference
often subtle
In your eye,
and in your ear
There are Poets
for the stage
And Poets
for the page
One well for them
to draw from
Two voices
—speaking clear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
\'Thank You, Neal Hall\'
Defon Zero
Nuclear Poetry,
a single bomb drops
To wipe out the hate,
to reset the clock
A megaton scream,
its verse burns alive
The plague of excuses
—deception and lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Without The Tree
Empowering the indolent,
the fox is let inside
Vermin on the loose,
truth now plagued with lies
Takers stalk the givers,
those on the dole to scream
“We want what you have worked for
—the fruit without the tree”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
From Your Pen
All power in the caliber,
not the number or the count
Its penetration deeper,
when focused and avowed
The wound well placed is mortal,
its shot not heard till then
But a gun’s not half as lethal
—as what’s fired from your pen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
An Echo
When I’m gone…
throw my body on the tracks,
but release my words
The lifeblood of my
memory
—an echo to be heard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Each Unwritten Word
Is there such a thing as
unadulterated goodness
Unattached to fortune
and the fame it wards
If there is, I’ve yet to see it
with these naked eyes
As I continue to hope
—with each unwritten word
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
There\'s A Line
Like a wounded dog,
who never forgets
This memory will
not fade
My warning stated,
“The Ice Is Thin”
Where my sun turns
into shade
If I told you once,
I told you twice
“There’s a line,
you’re not to cross”
But your love trespassed,
with payment deep
Where my bite breaks through
the frost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Love Disowned
As days split off
and drift away,
their dreams remain with me
Words as jewels
and treasured pawn,
whose tickets cancelled—flee
The nights adopted
orphaned suns,
those times you woke and lied
My heart left bare
myself to wed,
your wound still deep inside
From spells you cast
upon our gift,
and conjured into stone
The past is black
all future gone,
and present—love disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Chrysalis
My mind now passes through
—what my heart must leave behind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017 )