Let’s all just be average,
no rich and no poor
Excuses our quotient,
single digits the score
Masquerading as fairness,
our heritage veiled
In lock step we march,
voices mute—nothing hailed
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Let’s all just be average,
no rich and no poor
Excuses our quotient,
single digits the score
Masquerading as fairness,
our heritage veiled
In lock step we march,
voices mute—nothing hailed
(The New Room: February, 2021)
If a genius chooses not to embrace his gift,
will he live to endure deeper pain
If an artist doesn’t strive to create and unfold,
will she die in a chasm of chains
If a Prophet loses faith and abandons his path,
will he wander a desert unknown
If all lovers grow distant, away from the heart,
will the world lose its hope
—so alone
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Ravagers of Poesy,
spear points of denial
Mongol hordes of fancied verse,
spewing dense and vile
Free words they herd together,
to drive toward a cliff
Trampled once they hit the ground
—by verbal hippogriffs
(Buffalo Jump-Sheridan Wyoming: July, 2019)
Owning the consequence
of all that you do
Intentions when pure,
dark minds misconstrue
When twisted and spun,
then torn into shreds
The words once pristine
—denounced when misread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
If your courage lasted for
just an instant
Overriding your fear,
all excuses behind
If one choice you made
could then reimagine
A world once illusioned
—stepping out of your dreams
(The New Room: February, 2021)
“Only those things not made less by division
—are to be inherited”
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Leave me alone,
I’m deaf to your pleading
Leave me alone,
I can’t feel what you feel
Leave me alone,
my time not for owning
Leave me alone,
our history repealed
Leave me alone,
the bridges are burning
Leave me alone,
the entrance has closed
Leave me alone,
the pages are turning
Leave me alone
—another I’ve chose
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Humanity + Divinity = Eternity
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
We are ill-served to give those who do
nothing
and know nothing
—everything
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
We speak of truth, our souls delight,
but actions prove us wrong
If words alone could make it so
—each day would end in song
(University Of Pennsylvania: May, 2021)