Once I was zoetic,
and words became life
But now I am dead
—and death becomes me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Once I was zoetic,
and words became life
But now I am dead
—and death becomes me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
To the ladies,
my youth
To the children,
my love
But to forever,
my words
Hawks that fly
—with the doves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
January 1st,
a crescent moon
The past crossed over,
the future looms
A New Year dawns,
as daylight breaks
With wishes fresh,
new oaths to take
Feeling lighter,
old burdens gone
New lyrics written,
a familiar song
The year to bring,
what fates allow
As wonder ages
—in this moment now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
A song yet unsung,
my prayer in the wind
Its blessing assured
—eternity’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Drifting off untethered,
until caught by my soul
Redirected to providence
—anchored and whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
The only way to cross eternity
is in a poem
As words fly silent and words fly deep,
beyond a future heaven loaned
The light speed meteor trails forever
the verses timeless wake
Distance not measured in miles or years
—epic ballads to restate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Money,
is not as powerful as revenge
The Dollar,
can never buy back a vendetta
Fury,
cuts sharp into a monetary corpse
Bleeding red,
the green trails of betrayals past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Long before title,
long before name
A wish was granted,
to begin again
Legacy ransomed,
escape from the night
A voice breaking through
—into the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Poetry…
the music of writing
Written unspoken
—for Angels to sing
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Death in comparison,
a covetous dispatch
Jealousy reflected,
its courtiers attack
An emperor left naked,
his crown a vacant throne
Jesters flee the castle
—as envy sits alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)