Do we wait for tomorrow,
as we wait for today
Do we see a connection,
false wishes to pray
Do we draw from the past,
as the circle is spun
Trapped inside or out,
is it then Zero-Sum
Can the memories forgotten,
revisit again
Do the feelings held back,
turn to poison and blame
Is our freedom beyond
our ability to reach
Are we the one student,
we’ve forgotten to teach
Is finality connected,
or separate from
Those things we hold onto,
and still try to run
Is that voice we hear calling,
from within or without
Are they really the same,
—once the circle breaks out
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Cold And Never Hot
Some Poets use big words
to try and go
where they’ve been banned
And wander esoteric
into notions
barred to them
They layer on the verbiage,
hoping to become
what they are not
And bastardize the language,
running cold
and never hot
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)