“The Wicked Flee When None Pursueth,”
proverbs tells us so
The righteous stay in judgment’s light,
to harvest what’s been sown
Those prodigal delinquent souls,
that life has cast astray
Walk free the line tween right and wrong
—till fate will have its say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Lyrical Kill Shot
My words are a saxophone,
my phrases a drum
My stanzas a keyboard,
my rhyming a gun
The Muse is my bullet,
the readers a shield
The darkness my target
—its bullseye revealed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
A New Ending
Will you die,
pretending to be someone you’re not
Will you live,
defending that someone you are
Will you remember
the last thing you tried to forget
Will you return
—to begin a new ending again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Before Tomorrow
To love, to hate,
fruition waits
Which mood describes,
which mood defies
Those things you feel,
those things you say
Before tomorrow
—beyond today
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Eisai
Who you are
and
What you are
and
Where your are
and
When you are
is
Why you are
and
All you are
and
All you are
and…
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Washing Over
Moments in the present,
hours in the past,
wishes in the future
—none of them to last
Seduction by the penny,
heartbreak by the pound,
rivers flowing memory
—waterfalls abound
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Your Soul To Wed
Writing outside the body,
in the control room of the mind
The blueprints of our D.N.A.,
left for me to find
The root cause of the madness,
‘where thoughts and feelings meet’
No blood yet spilled, no demons killed,
free will lay sound asleep
The choices raw and waiting,
to be right but often wrong
My pen writes down today’s decree,
in the lyrics of a song…
“With eyes on fire you’ll see your way
through darkness that belies
“While remembering the sanctity,
this womb did once provide
“Decide with what I now endow,
your heart, and not your head
“To faith proclaim, yourself ordained
—and love your soul to wed”
(Rosemont College: March, 2020)