Knowing the answer,
excuses imbue
The right thing for others,
never following through
A feigned double standard,
the past in pursuit
Reckoning scheduled
—payment en route
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Knowing the answer,
excuses imbue
The right thing for others,
never following through
A feigned double standard,
the past in pursuit
Reckoning scheduled
—payment en route
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Those living in Harlem
want to move to Midtown
The people in Midtown,
to the Upper West Side
The Upper West Side,
to the Long Island Shore
The Long Island Shore,
to Aspen or Vail
Aspen or Vail,
to the Champs Elysees
The Champs Elysees,
to the beaches in Cannes
People will search for where
life can begin
A place that remains distant
and far out of reach
An excuse to look outward
and not in themselves
Theirs souls left in turmoil
—their hearts not at rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
You don’t have to die
to linger in hell
You don’t have to go hungry
to starve
You don’t need the darkness
to find yourself blind
While the devil
—his shadow endures
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
It wells up inside me,
but words will not come
I reach for them desperate,
the mood zero sum
My insides are shaking,
all peace is recalled
The rumblings foreboding,
complacency falls
My mind is locked down,
my speech has gone mute
Like a great locomotive,
the first word breaking through
The dozens that follow
keep me pinned to my chair
As voices I know
start consuming the air
My brain is on fire,
my will starts to melt
Time sacrificial,
what’s heard and then felt
My pen has unfrozen,
in timeless delight
Directing this journey
—from darkness to light
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Collaborative Poetry…
give me a break
Words borrowed or lent,
the Muse to abate
What’s not in your memory,
what’s not in your soul
Can never be bartered, rented
—or sold
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
Poetic intention,
hiding in Prose
Misplaced and misspoken,
as every Bard knows
A narrative run on,
words littered about
Neither beauty nor truth
—masked in self doubt
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
We are what we do;
we are what we say
As day becomes night,
and night becomes day
We are twice begotten;
we are twice betrayed
Forgiveness in hiding
—redemption misplayed
(West Philadelphia: February, 2020)
Flying off the written page,
words leave their script behind
An inked stained palette of regret,
dark figures to remind
Voices soaring up and up,
released in open air
Imprisoned verses spoken free
—eternity to share
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Forty years shopworn yet still taut,
the past a seamstress rare
Her words reknitted, stitched and purled
—to dress a future bare
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The curse of public opinion,
feigned history of the truth
Generations of self interest,
freedom—time abused
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)