The Next Moonless Night (+5)

Its chain cut again,

   the demon is loose

Deep into the night,

  she hunts darker truths

The hallway’s back stairs

  her favorite retreat

Until daylight will threaten,

  and her bite becomes weak

Then she staggers back wounded

  inside shadows that call

Old blood trails now leading  

  to that dark lonely hall

Where a door is rechained

  and its lock fastened tight

 Until a hacksaw appears

   —with the next moonless night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Until Veracity Returned

Lying to myself,

  the truth broke free

Escaping prevarication

  abandoning my schemes

The water got deep,

  as the weight dragged and pulled

Until veracity returned

   —resuscitation fulfilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Fear Now My Prey

Repelled by tradition

  and past status-quo

I enter the jungle

  where hides the unknown

Rejecting excuses

  and all that’s passé

My bow is drawn tightly

  —with fear now my prey

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Do You?

Do you bore yourself?

Do you rent the space

You’re standing in

Owning nothing

But default?

Do you recycle words

Until their utterance fails

Mistrusting your ability

To judge what’s right?

Do you hedge your bets

Never going all in

For fear of losing the very thing

You haven’t got?

Do you count the days

As tedium destroys spontaneity

And all energy drains

From your lifeless form?

Do you bore yourself?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The Moment At Hand

Living an eternity

  within each given day

The calendar subservient

  to the present foray

The moment at hand

  the only timeframe ordained

Exploding at once

  —over and over again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Where Words Never Die

From whom was your legacy born

  and where does your destiny lie

A voice calling out from the storm

  —a place where the words never die

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)