Fill The Stadium (+7)

Be the champion of your art…

  or your playing fields will be empty

    —and your spectators left suffering alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

False Hope

Before you fall,

  you’ve got to stand

Your voice once stalled,

  fates reprimand

The paradigm floats,

  on swamps that drain

Where praise cries out

   —false hope again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Its Light Shines

Truth has a power,

  exclusively its own

Beyond opinion and verdict,

  its nature is shown

Through good times and bad,

  its light shining through

A frame to the vision

   —whose picture renews

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Your Touch

I like the idea,

  but not when it’s real

Your love in a letter,

  to read but not feel

Lost in conception,

  affection belied

Your words I can handle

  —whose touch I deny

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Draining Our Spirits

Like an open wound

That won’t heal

The current political situation

Bleeds out…

A hemorrhaged polarization

Inside a malignancy of lies

Draining our spirits

  —of all life giving faith

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Still To Dance

Not always understanding…

  I write out the words

Lost in comprehension,

  till wonder returns

Each line a new postulate,

  no phrase left to chance

Last metaphor a song

 —my mind still to dance

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)  

First Light To Keep

The first cut sharp and burning red,

  don’t edit away its fire

Keep the wound both fresh and raw,

  never cauterize your ire

The horizon breaks just once each day,

  a new dawn—cold hearts aspire

Rays burning deep, first light to keep

   —old ashes to inspire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Immemoratio

When emptiness

  replaces memory

The wind…

  forever ceases to blow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)