Poetry…
Attacking the mood
Driving its impression inward
Beyond all excuse
Wounding the intellect
Calling out names
Saving the moment
—resurrecting the soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)
Poetry…
Attacking the mood
Driving its impression inward
Beyond all excuse
Wounding the intellect
Calling out names
Saving the moment
—resurrecting the soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)
Feeding hope to the flame
fodder to the mystery
Light unto the darkness
—life begins again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
Can prayer overcome
karma
Can wishes rise above
fate
Can memory displace
what vision instills
Can love pass beyond
—without hate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
We are often the
most critical
Of what we are the
most guilty of
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
To live as an artist,
but die as a man
Dust forever chasing
—what heaven began
(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)
I understand the isolation,
what others call being alone
I understand the silent moments,
the inner freedom to roam
I understand the derision,
and the label of being called strange
With each new dawn I most understand
—the joy in not being the same
(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)
Conduit of the human spirit
I forced hope into the cord
Draining the tears of
The lost and abandoned
Plugging into outlets
Of forgotten promise
Forcing their light
Onto the dark barren screen
Charging into what
I had charged over before
—crossing the line
—crossing the line
(Villanova Post Office: January, 2015)
Becoming irrelevant
at last to yourself
The choices have narrowed
the joy seldom felt
The present redundant
what’s left in the end
The fodder of memory
—and you to pretend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
If language a bullet,
the pen is my gun
Its wound self inflicted,
the verse zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
Written in the moment
placed into time
The instant exploding
—forever to rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)