Is your pen fully loaded,
is the piston pulled back
Are the words of high-caliber,
is your target intact
Does intention self load,
does conviction re-sight
Will the ink run like blood
—when you fire in the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
The Tears Of A Warrior
A warrior’s tears
blood from above
His fury unleashed
in a most perfect love
Though few understand it
a life heaven loaned
Dying immortal
—to be welcomed back home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
The Serpent Is Dead
Twilight fell onto my
windowsill
Demon fire in full
retreat
The stars above
glowing pulls on a rug
Woven deep into the blackness
I sleep
Days grip is unchained
the cantor sings as he prays
As St. Michael cries
THE SERPENT UNDONE
The sun has now left
though your dreams not bereft
Only the night
—points to heaven above
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Beauty Fraught
I was a soldier, but never sure
of those things I was
charged to do
I was asked to fight
pick up helmet and gun
men dying around me I knew
The places I’ve been
and the things I’ve done
all eclipse the known profane
Now with beauty fraught
I lock the gate
—inside this prison I remain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
A Waterfall Unheard
I rode the feeling
down a running stream
—to the river of no return
And cast my fate
into the current’s wake
—toward a waterfall unheard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Morning In Doubt
Riding into the moment
with pen ablaze
past-future on the hunt
Fear taking a seat
across the fire
begging for what it wants
The bugles blow
all lights go out
—twin enemies approach
Upon whose sleeves
my heart is laid
in doubt the morning cloaked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)