Once The Circle Breaks Out

Do we wait for tomorrow,

as we wait for today

 

Do we see a connection,

false wishes to pray

 

Do we draw from the past,

as the circle is spun

 

Trapped inside or out,

is it then Zero-Sum

 

Can the memories forgotten,

revisit again

 

Do the feelings held back,

turn to poison and blame

 

Is our freedom beyond

our ability to reach

 

Are we the one student,

we’ve forgotten to teach

 

Is finality connected,

or separate from

 

Those things we hold onto,

and still try to run

 

Is that voice we hear calling,

from within or without

 

Are they really the same,

—once the circle breaks out

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

Cold And Never Hot

 

Some Poets use big words

to try and go

where they’ve been banned

 

And wander esoteric

into notions

barred to them

 

They layer on the verbiage,

hoping to become

what they are not

 

And bastardize the language,

running cold

and never hot

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)