My Soul Elektric

Each Poem wrought,

another day of

freedom bought

Each verse proclaimed,

one more abandoned

night renamed

Each line unleashed,

new light is shown,

old shadows hide

Each word I speak,

my soul elektric

—truth alive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

All Heaven In Sight

As a writer,

I create my own freedom

And as a writer,

I invent my own friends

As a writer,

I espouse my own truth

And as a writer,

my will never bends

As a writer,

I travel the world

And as a writer,

that journey’s within

As a writer,

I dive for more pearls

And as a writer,

each moment begins

As a writer,

the moon rises at dawn

And as a writer,

the sun burns through the night

As a writer,

my words play immortal

And as a writer

—all heaven in sight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Big Picture Tease

Bogged down in the details,

truth is undone

Swimming through the corn flakes,

milk overruns

Looking at the forest,

seeing just trees

Life micromanaged

—big picture tease

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)