The enemy of my enemy
—masquerading as my friend
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Trapped
Running from everywhere,
nowhere to go
Your mask in place
—forever alone
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Only You
I know what you are,
but only you know who that is
I know what you said,
but only you know what that means
I know how it looks,
but only you know how it feels
I know when you’re missing
—but only you know when you’re gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Warrior Poet
Deadly to his enemies,
confusing to his friends
While faithful to his writing,
all justified intent
Furious in times of war,
in peace his vision burns
But past the fray inside his verse,
a gentler spirit yearns
Salvation long then sacrificed,
a fate he can’t deny
A cross that’s left for him to bear,
but still his spirit cries
Through battles mostly devil sent,
and victories sealed with death
This guilt the price he’s had to pay,
now felt with every breath
But one last wish he prays out loud,
one cry is sent above
“My spear, my pen, my joie de vivre,
I trade all back for love”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)