I often sit here waiting,
for truant words to come
To chase the thoughts now fleeting,
messages on the run
These days I sit impatient,
as I wonder to myself
Are time and memory draining
—precious moments left unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
The Eyes Of A Child
Do you eat your own cooking,
do you live what you write
Do you enjoy your own company,
do you dream well at night
When you look in the mirror,
do you like what you see
Through the eyes of a child
—is your heart then set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Their Power To Steal
The charlatans bankrupted
his checking account,
but his love was not overdrawn
Each check that he wrote,
each choice that he made,
trading ingots for righting a wrong
With credit denied
and spirit affirmed,
he continued to endorse what was real
Until bankers and lawyers
destroyed with one stroke,
his wishes—their power to steal
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Blood That Wouldn\'t Yield
You thought that you could skip a stitch,
the thread provided free
You thought no one would ever notice,
just one small opening
The seam then weakened steadily,
threads loosened left and right
Excuses now unraveling,
Old Glory taking flight
The sinew given strong and taut,
to seal the danger out
But that one stitch you failed to close,
won’t mute the nightmare’s shout
Miss Ross is now in mourning,
as the stars have left the field
That one stitch you’ve forsaken
—draining blood that wouldn’t yield
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Winter Comes Early
Winter came early…
Its heavy coat
Sealing in the cold
The sky
More visible
Its view not the same
The blue faded gray
With distance in charge
And the wind
The wind never stops
The wind
Never whispers
Like in summer
Sneaking up from behind
Touching your neck
Reclaiming your soul
The winter wind
Pushes and shoves
With its fury
Knowing its time
Is not limitless
Frozen in desperation
Winter comes early
When thoughts cannot let go
And holds on tightly
Until the past says
Goodbye
Forcing you
Into the gray dawn
And the grayer noon
And the earlier
And earlier
Night
Sacrificing your
Reluctance
For a chance
To be free
For that one
Opening
To see
What’s never been there
You close your eyes
And step
Into the frigid wind
Arms extended skyward
Holding nothing back
Staring into
The face of death
Asking for life
Looking beyond
An eternity of doubt
To that place you can
Return
That place you now
Remember
As winter came early
—again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)