The Price (+3)

Is blood,

the price of art

 

Is death,

the price of truth

 

A rose,

its thorn uncovered

 

And love,

—the price of youth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

The Wolf Unleashed

 

I don’t have to slay the dark,

my verse, the wolf unleashed

 

I don’t have to court the devil,

my words a sword unsheathed

 

I can live beneath the sun,

with days both clear and bright

 

Or sleep beneath the crescent moon,

—my poetry to fight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

Poetics

 

Poetry,

barbell of the written word

 

Resistance exercise

for the status-quo

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

I Charge Within

 

I put a saddle on the wind,

and rode it through the storm

 

The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,

the reins, my horse reborn

 

Inside each stirrup passion spurs,

the present now in hand

 

Behind whose mane I charge within,

—in search of who I am

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)