The Emperor jailed in wishful thinking,
where only he could be
As I escape inside myself
—a prisoner running free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The Emperor jailed in wishful thinking,
where only he could be
As I escape inside myself
—a prisoner running free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
A pound of silver
will only rent today
What an ounce of hope
—can buy tomorrow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Checking the pulse
on insanity’s wrist
Its beat never constant,
as demon’s persist
The pressure to rise
with each maddening twist
Whose heart then to burst
—into lunacy’s bliss
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
A warrior can be an artist,
but can an artist go to war
Can the craftsman ever breathe the fire,
that tempered the blade he forged
The warrior-poet not the poet-warrior,
the difference in the score
All fury do his words inspire
—to bridge the liars fjord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Tweedledee
and
Tweedledum
The fairytale of George W. Bush
and
Barack Obama
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The new Millennium…
love with a small l
mistrust with a large M
honor—with all letters gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Is anything more beautiful
than a Tchaikovsky waltz
The Nutcracker sublime,
Swan Lake to exalt
Where violins elevate,
and horns renew hope
Archangels in heaven,
by his music elope
Is anything sweeter
than a Tchaikovsky refrain
Wind instruments sonorous,
flutes pouring like rain
Percussion calls out,
as you rise from your seat
No choice but to dance
—your circle complete
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
At some tables…
Time
is a dessert,
that is no longer
served
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December 16, 2016)
Tears of sorrow,
tears of joy
Meld together,
laughter’s toy
Tears of sadness,
tears of mirth
Wellspring one
—a dual birth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Stepping off the ledge,
out of the fog
—I cast my fate
As time again dared,
all blinders off
—the hour late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)