I most value today
what I used to walk by
And stop to revisit
what trailed from behind
Those moments once squandered
when offered again
In joyous acceptance
—I embrace from within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
I most value today
what I used to walk by
And stop to revisit
what trailed from behind
Those moments once squandered
when offered again
In joyous acceptance
—I embrace from within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
I used to write early
but now I write late
I used to seek love
but now avoid hate
I used to be captive
of what comes to be
Until time was destroyed
—and its lies were set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Could or couldn’t
Would or wouldn’t
Should or shouldn’t
Can’t or would not
Does or doesn’t
Was or wasn’t
Has or hasn’t
Can or cannot
Must or mustn’t
Have or haven’t
Are or aren’t
Is or is not
Did or didn’t
Had or hadn’t
Do or then don’t
—you will or will not
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
I don’t care where I’m going
I know where I am
I’m not worried about the future
I’ve never been to the past
I’m not sad about what’s missing
only joyful for what’s present
I am here and not there
—and my words make it last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The winter wind was blowing
through an autumn of despair
A reckoning was coming
and now carried on the air
The winter wind was blowing
as the leaves began to fall
Revealing what was waiting
—buried deep in nature’s call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
The wild talk of the wounded
words pointed and sharp
The casualties mounting
dead noted and marked
Each phrase a revival
ink spilling divine
The wild talk of the wounded
—dark shadows to rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Pain is the drug
On which many O.D.
Its mainline most fatal
All feelings to bleed
With birth its first victim
And death waiting last
Hiding deep in the shadows
—of all memory past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Everyone has to be somewhere
the lucky get to choose
Fate can smile or fate can frown
the tally win or lose
Everyone has to be somewhere
unless they’re in-between
Places caught beyond now and then
—with destiny unseen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
You can no more teach poetry
than a tiger to hunt
It must first be inside you
from those things that you’ve done
You can no more teach poetry
than an eagle unflown
If the words just won’t come
—you’ve got further to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
How much is freedom
worth?
How much will time
bestow?
How many questions
asked?
How many answers
—known?
(Train From Virginia: April, 2015)