I go to the gym most every day,
my fountain pen in hand
My curls and dips move line to line,
I press as words expand
My repetition sorely felt,
more weight I need command
And through these veins my prose will flow,
—verse flexing on demand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
One Verse
Oh, to have one thing to start the day,
a smile to greet the sun
Oh, to have toys as a child at play,
a field to chase and run
Oh, to have someone to love me true,
my faults on full display
Oh, to bow righteous before the Lord,
—with one verse left to pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Without—Within
Traveling beyond your borders,
freedom scents the trail
Traveling beyond your borders,
destiny in the mail
Traveling beyond your borders,
memory in the wind
Traveling beyond your borders,
—without becomes within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)