A gathering of Angels,

a welcoming hymn

 

Escape and deliverance

—call from within

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

I’m going to watch you die…

but before I do

I will foretell your story

 

The story of the White Bird

The Great Mystery

and the Silver Seed

 

The White Bird carries

in its talons

the Silver Seed of all mankind

 

A seed that will allow you

to move past what you have been afraid

of for so long

 

When the White Bird

passes overhead

it will drop the Silver Seed

 

You must be dead

before the seed

touches the ground

 

Then, the White bird

will turn into

the legendary Hawk of Thunder

 

And carry you off

into the land

of the great Wakan Tanka

 

The decision to leave

being yours

and yours alone

 

Passing beyond

what time has frozen

—passing beyond what then has been

 

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: August, 2011)

Hammering the dark silence,

Thor bludgeons the night

 

Releasing with thunder

—a storm gods delight

 

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Clapton’s first three chords,

 his last three chords,

 my words have done the same

 

Verses once muddled,

distant and skewed,

now thunder down like rain

 

The syllables left

are short and pointed,

their edges razor sharp

 

To cut the remaining

clinging vines

—setting fire to the dark

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Science…

mankind’s great attempt

—to become Divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Bad prose masquerading as poetry,

darkness posing as light

 

Words stacked on top of words uttered in vain

—narcissists delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Full time poet,

part time novelist

 

Full time storyteller,

part time bard

 

The difference greater

than words will imply

 

Hemispheric divergence

—the why and the how

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Parenting is now a

full contact sport

 

No lines demarcated,

no rules to enforce

 

The children still babies,

the adults still kids

 

Diapering the future

—attached at the hip

 

(State College Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Until you truly answer the question,

“Why do I write poetry”

 

You’ll never really wed the verse,

—your copyright estranged

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

He asked her why she acted so,

her answer was “Why not”

 

He asked her why her mood was vile,

she said “That’s all I’ve got”

 

He asked her then about their love,

gone missing and in doubt

 

She answered back while looking down,

a whisper not a shout…

 

“I loved you once, I loved you twice,

but then my heart went still

 

“I saw you change, your passion feigned,

your warmth a distant chill

 

“I gave you everything I had,

you strayed and looked for more

 

“Now emptiness has wed my heart,

—and loneliness your whore

 

(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)