If you could lock up three words

to keep forever,

that were yours and yours alone

What three would you choose

that were not ‘I Love You,’

your heart to save and own

Three magical words

to live within,

now yours forever more

Three magical words

to light the way

—and open every door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

If you could lock up three words

to keep forever,

that were yours and yours alone

What three would you choose

that were not ‘I Love You,’

your heart to save and own

Three magical words

to live within,

now yours forever more

Three magical words

to light the way

—and open every door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Ordinary moments

for ordinary people,

living inside the dream

Like comfortable shoes,

a dog that won’t leave you,

treasures to esteem

Ordinary moments

for ordinary people,

the rest to scratch and claw

To get to a place

they’ll never find

—condemned to hem and haw

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

A gathering of Angels,

a welcoming hymn

Escape and deliverance

—call from within

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

I’m going to watch you die…

but before I do

I will foretell your story

The story of the White Bird

The Great Mystery

and the Silver Seed

The White Bird carries

in its talons

the Silver Seed of all mankind

A seed that will allow you

to move past what you have been afraid

of for so long

When the White Bird

passes overhead

it will drop the Silver Seed

You must be dead

before the seed

touches the ground

Then, the White bird

will turn into

the legendary Hawk of Thunder

And carry you off

into the land

of the great Wakan Tanka

The decision to leave

being yours

and yours alone

Passing beyond

what time has frozen

—passing beyond what then has been

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: August, 2011)

Hammering the dark silence,

Thor bludgeons the night

Releasing with thunder

—a storm gods delight

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Clapton’s first three chords,

 his last three chords,

 my words have done the same

Verses once muddled,

distant and skewed,

now thunder down like rain

The syllables left

are short and pointed,

their edges razor sharp

To cut the remaining

clinging vines

—setting fire to the dark

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Science…

mankind’s great attempt

—to become Divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Bad prose masquerading as poetry,

darkness posing as light

Words stacked on top of words uttered in vain

—narcissists delight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Full time poet,

part time novelist

Full time storyteller,

part time bard

The difference greater

than words will imply

Hemispheric divergence

—the why and the how

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)