Violence deceives
in the absence of love
masking a template
that fits like a glove
Destruction and madness
call from within
where lies have embedded
in footnotes to sin
Violence festers
in spirit deformed
to strike ever constant
those feelings unborn
Its petroglyph’s holler
from caves deep inside
marking the secrets
—we most try to hide
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
When the woods are full of the enemy
—start your fire at their backs
(From My Novel—Approaching Storm: June, 2023)
The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns
The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come
No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned
Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own
(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)
The only way to escape the jungle
—is in self delusion
(Saigon: July, 1989)
If you write everyday
sometimes you get lucky
As words come together
and thoughts go away
The feelings take over
as silence retraces
What memory has bartered
—your fortune to say
(The New Room: June, 2023)
We all are a masterpiece
cast in His likeness
Blessed to remember
and never forget
What God predetermines
an Angel delivers
New light in the darkness
—tomorrow reset
(The First Book Of Prayers: June, 2018)
Too many good thoughts
so many bad poems
The bridge to forever
exacting its toll
Too many to count
just one to remember
As beauty releases
—redeeming the soul
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Man is predestined
to destroy his world
Consciously damning
‘free choice’ unfurled
An apex predator
upon himself
No rhyme or reason
or logic dealt
Self-destruction
his stock in trade
His nature foreign
to all else made
Killing his brothers
killing his sons
Shakespeare prescient
of what’s to come
Time irreverent
he never learns
What sets him free
his folly spurns
The clock is running
the hour late
His words now toxic
and filled with hate
And when it’s over
but one thing changed
A new world order
—with life reclaimed
(Bryn Mawr College: June, 2023)
Caught within a dying art form
a lyricist passed by
(saying)
“Music is my lord and master
it makes the phrases fly”
Writing lines of words unwedded
the ink once dry is set
Time and memory freed in song
—the poet to forget
(Villanova University: June, 2023)
Feel its fury
hear it roar
Avenging Angel
vengeance born
Apostatic
idols vain
Bear the sentence
its will proclaims
Chants of guilt
awaken sinners
From their dark
infected dreams
O’er the mountains
to the ocean
Heaven’s rage
—its verdict screams
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
An Anthology Of Perception 