Your head’s in the sand,

  the canary at hand

 

The coward inside you,

  his kingdom commands

 

Mired in apathy,

  lost in denial

 

One last Armageddon

  —the price of your wile

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

A hemorrhaging madness…

  wounds bleeding again

 

Old stitches have broken

  death marking the end

 

Unsutured indemnity

  ensuring your pain

 

Flesh burning in enmity

  —uncauterized shame

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The vineyard has ripened

  new words on the vine

 

The meanings have deepened

  new blessings Divine

 

The verses fermented,

  I drink unto thee

 

Consecration most sacred

  the blood pouring free

 

The vineyard has ripened

  fresh words on the vine

 

With faith still unshaken

  my thoughts and prayers—Thine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

 

An abundance of denial…

  your mind turns away

What spirit embraces,

  wealth hides and delays

 

        “The dignity of the old man

           in worn tattered clothes 

         Frayed pants covering high

           button shoes, but not toes

 

         “He wanders among us

            just over the line

          As eyes fail to see

           what souls hope to find”

       

An elegance to rival

  your white tie and tails

Where life now stripped free

  of false richness—prevails

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

Nocturnal flower

In need of sleep

Your petals wilt

The count for sheep

 

New dawn unpromised

The die is cast

A croupier wearing

Sun’s setting mask

 

Through endless courtship

Faith on the run

A Jester whispers

“Your dreams have come”

 

The meadow waiting

Its reaper gone

New light unspoken

  —your buds in song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

The Democrat party,

  all masters and slaves

 

G.O.P. left in tatters,

  their promises frayed

 

Haves lie to the have nots

  bright futures a whim

 

As the dragon’s fire burns

  —the thick with the thin

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

A chorus of enlightenment…

  awakens me again

 

With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes,

  all feelings wet within

 

Through steam I see her message clear,

  the mirror does confirm

 

My words now washed, fresh thoughts to dry

   —new melody to learn

 

(Court At KOP: February, 2016)