Love yourself first
before someone else will
Feelings vested, spirit rhymed
attraction distilled
Love yourself first
before someone else will
Your beauty self-reflected
—another’s heart to fill
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Love yourself first
before someone else will
Feelings vested, spirit rhymed
attraction distilled
Love yourself first
before someone else will
Your beauty self-reflected
—another’s heart to fill
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Each new Poem a gift
as yet unwrapped
Its secrets lay hidden,
its flow untapped
Waiting for the author
to feel the pain
To seal the memory
—to wear the stain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
The older the day
the sweeter the memory
The sweeter the memory
no reasons to find
No reasons to find
tomorrow unmentioned
Tomorrow unmentioned
—the present divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Beneath the cover of defeat,
final victory comes late
Sustained only by a will
—refusing to give in
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
We’ve had forever to get it right
this religion we hold dear
But why the murder and ‘holy wars’
that underwrite our fear
We stand in judgment and wield belief
with weapons poorly thrown
Our eyes rejecting while spirit’s cry
—our futures poorly sown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
To die without rhythm
and bleed without rhyme
Each wish left unspoken
in coupling divine
New heartbeats unwritten
that call from within
Their cadence restructured
all verse—now a hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016 )
Thinking more of your constituency
than they do of themselves…
—political suicide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Are those dimensional theories a trap
for what your mind will never understand
Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow
an alien within its own land
Does the math and the science betray you
with the numbers piled outside your door
Is the time sliced and diced infinitum
—deliverance calling now as before
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
My days prolonged,
my nights were short
—my history caught between
Judgment coming
fast and swift
—to escape is then to dream
All time distorted
memory fried
—the past is but a whim
Old lessons spurned,
the seasons turn
—new forces pull within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Good feelings or bad…
results the same
When a nerve is struck
to start the game
The words can soften
or strike with fear
Once through the surface
—the truth is near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)