My Will On Fire (+3)

Each time when it almost mattered,

  it mattered not that much

Old feeling’s hijacked and held for ransom

  memories cold and stuck

But the day when it really mattered,

  my heart was set on fire

My will unfrozen and left to sear

   —in a burning hot desire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

The Voice Of An Age

Poetry is different

  when spoken than read

The words more musical

  outside my head

No longer imprisoned

  or held on the page

Their freedom unharnessed

  —the voice of an age

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Forever Like That

Would you lease me your heart

  if I gave you a dime

Would you lend me your trust

  if I willed you my time

Would you seize my devotion

  with its mortgage in tact

Would you love me just once

  —or forever like that

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April. 2015)

My Fate Unsecured

Overspending the bulk

  of my temporal capital

Hourly deficits climb

  and pile into notes

Debts I’ll never repay

  stored in vaults I can’t find

Words lying uncashed,

  as I write overdrawn  

Pledging to go back

  and re-sign what’s untendered

 I’m unforgiven—overdue,

   my fate unsecured

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)