I said no to the man,
and made my own bed
I cut my own trail,
with eyes straight ahead
In debt to myself,
but thankful to all
My words freely spoken,
their verdict my call
I beat my own rhythm,
on multiple drums
I structured the lyrics,
to sing and to hum
The nighttime began,
what the mornings forgave
A living refusal,
my back to the grave
The years have renewed,
all memories collide
What was old, what was young,
the truth and the lies
A comet yet burning,
new verse in the sky
One word still an orphan,
and homeless,
—‘GOODBYE’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Damned Human Race
You may not like it,
you may not agree
But religions’ the problem,
the real enemy
A blind ideology,
that kills to maintain
A false image of God,
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades,
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions,
the death they imply
The future will judge,
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak,
humanity failed
As ISIS and Hamas
kill the innocent child
The real God enrages,
his judgment on file
So spew out your dogma,
and dig in your heels
As millions will die,
for what you think you feel
The universe watches,
eternity waits
For this plague to be over,
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
New Beginning
Where bullets and bombs end,
—the Poet begins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)