Authenticity,
Does the word ring true
Does it call from the outside
Or the inside of you
Authenticity,
Your voice renewed
Zero-sum once committed
Zero-sum payment due
(Barnes & Noble: Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016)
Throne Of Pain
Broken feelings
My chest of gold
A ransom of torment
No trinkets sold
The treasure bounteous
Walls lined with blood
Its hurt and pain
I have withstood
The jewels lack sparkle
But shimmer deep
Their cut and clarity
My soul to keep
And words if cheapened
Must leave this throne
As the lid reopens
—on the pain I own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
To Guide Me Within
Dreams carry me across
a mysterious land
Where the voice of my fathers
so gently commands
It echoes now softly,
in words only sung
A joyous recital,
rewoven and spun
I never can stay there,
I’ve begged till I weep
And with barely a whisper,
I’m roused from my sleep
But when darkness befalls
on my world once again
A new dream will come calling
—to guide me within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
The Torch
Not cute or in genre,
in tune or in tone
The message drives forward,
the muse casting stones
Untimely, eternal,
a voice speaking fast
My pen now a torch
—the darkness is past
(Barnes & Noble Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016)
Where Your Soul Can Congeal
Do you have that place,
that place where you hide
So tranquil and peaceful,
and hidden from eyes
Do you have that place,
looming close but concealed
Where your essence rests freely
—where your soul can congeal
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Another Spring
The string is broken,
the past is lost
A road forgotten
—fresh winter’s frost
All memory erases,
new thoughts to spin
The distance thawing
—another Spring
(Court At K.O.P: February, 2016)
And She, My Breath Becomes
The Muse continues to punish me,
whenever I write prose
Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt
—no fury \'hell hath known\'
She sentences me to endless nights,
and days when words won\'t come
Until I succumb to writing verse
—and she, my breath becomes
(The Court at K.O.P: February, 2016)