Death Becomes Me (+9)

Once I was zoetic,

and words became life

 

But now I am dead

—and death becomes me

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

 

 

One Well

 

There are Poets

for the stage

 

And Poets

for the page

 

The difference

often subtle

 

In your eye,

and in your ear

 

There are Poets

for the stage

 

And Poets

for the page

 

One well for them

to draw from

 

Two voices

—speaking clear

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

'Thank You, Neal Hall'

 

 

Defon Zero

 

Nuclear Poetry,

a single bomb drops

 

To wipe out the hate,

to reset the clock

 

A megaton scream,

its verse burns alive

 

The plague of excuses

—deception and lies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

 

 

Without The Tree

 

Empowering the indolent,

the fox is let inside

 

Vermin on the loose,

 truth now plagued with lies

 

Takers stalk the givers,

those on the dole to scream

 

“We want what you have worked for

—the fruit without the tree”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

 

 

 

From Your Pen

 

All power in the caliber,

not the number or the count

 

Its penetration deeper,

when focused and avowed

 

The wound well placed is mortal,

its shot not heard till then

 

But a gun’s not half as lethal

 —as what’s fired from your pen

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017) 

 

 

An Echo

 

When I’m gone…

throw my body on the tracks,

but release my words

 

The lifeblood of my

memory

—an echo to be heard

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

 

 

Each Unwritten Word

Is there such a thing as

unadulterated goodness

 

Unattached to fortune

and the fame it wards

 

If there is, I’ve yet to see it

with these naked eyes

 

As I continue to hope

—with each unwritten word

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

 

 

There's A Line

 

Like a wounded dog,

who never forgets

 

This memory will

not fade

 

My warning stated,

“The Ice Is Thin”

 

Where my sun turns

into shade

 

If I told you once,

I told you twice

 

“There’s a line,
  you’re not to cross”

 

But your love trespassed,

with payment deep

 

Where my bite breaks through

the frost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

 

 

Love Disowned

 

As days split off

and drift away,

their dreams remain with me

 

Words as jewels

and treasured pawn,

 whose tickets cancelled—flee

 

The nights adopted

   orphaned suns,

those times you woke and lied

 

My heart left bare

myself to wed,

your wound still deep inside

 

From spells you cast

upon our gift,

and conjured into stone

 

The past is black

all future gone,

and present—love disowned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

 

 

 

Chrysalis

 

My mind now passes through

—what my heart must leave behind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017 )