Ashes Bemired (+3)

The Poet dilettante, pretty words,

—not much else

 

Your world falls apart, head buried,

darkness felt

 

Shangi-la’s luxury, your dreams

can’t afford

 

Rome’s pillars under siege, strong words

must accord

 

Through hundreds of millenia what has been

learned

 

“Freedom is won by blood when all cowardice

spurned”

 

Unwilling to fight the enemies fire

with fire

 

Your good intentions to burn,

—your ashes bemired

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

The Burn

 

If you’re not willing to fight the fire,

—you're entitled to the flames

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

 

Too Short To Dare

 

Asking life to meet half way,

you always lag behind

 

The focus on the things you lack,

not the gold you mine

 

All compromise and copping out,

your table left half bare

 

The brass ring distant and remote,

—your reach too short to dare

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

 

 

Caught In The Jaws

 

Reaching into the demon’s mouth,

the search entraps and burns

 

With every click and byte we choose,

the less we seem to learn

 

Our privacy we save as bait,

the wolves set free to run

 

Stripped and naked, to live as prey,

—our pasts now theirs to hunt

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)