Man’s inhumanity to man,
knows no country, religion, or race
Man’s inhumanity to man,
the only shame time cannot erase
Man’s inhumanity to man,
as constant as the spring driven rain
Man’s inhumanity to man
—rising over and over again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
To no one in particular,
but everyone out loud
What you portend as Poetry,
should never make you proud
The words are so revealing,
of what’s not inside your head
Your heart lies soundly sleeping,
there forever in your bed
The words you do disservice,
as the rhyme you then defame
The couplets maimed and slaughtered,
with free verse then just the same
With your voice not flat or tinny,
maybe you should try to sing
Because verse as you now write it
—is a bee that cannot sting
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Every scepter, every throne,
reverts again anew
The god’s, their will divided,
in Iliads of truth
All wars of good intention,
paved avenues to hell
Honor shamed by Zeus renamed
—that horse where judgment dwells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Who can measure the
speed of fear
Who can filter the strain
of lies
Who can weigh a lost ounce
of love
Who can package
—a last goodbye
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Community college intellect,
Ivy League soul
Questions lie subservient
—feelings in control
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Hiding their poison,
colleges feign
Promising sunshine,
delivering rain
Knowledge infected,
politics vile
Lambs to the slaughter
—Athena defiled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Better to slip through
than run over
Better to finesse
than to force
Better to persuade
than to dictate
Discretion
—all meaning discoursed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
Classic intelligence,
built on complexity
Layer upon layer,
a spidering web
For us to get caught in,
for us to be trapped
Its capture most fatal
—not living or dead
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
My words
—speak only for themselves
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
Writing doesn’t become immortal,
until you leave the words behind
Feelings left to light the way
—in moments undefined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
