Can you purchase tomorrow,

  with yesterday’s wage

 

Can you eliminate sorrow,

  still carrying your rage

 

Can you call out the answer,

  with the question at bay

 

Can you set a reminder,

  while forgetting your way

 

Can this moment unchosen,

  be the instant that lasts

 

Can a heart still unbroken,

  survive memories past

 

Can the choices you’ve made,

  set the world all ablaze

 

Can you harness the fire

  —to ignite and amaze

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Some men remain conflicted,

  some men are justly bad

 

Some men are deemed to stay confused,

  some men forever sad

 

Some men will strive for fortune,

  some other men for fame

 

Some men will choose to be alone

   some live their lives in vain

 

Some men will cast their seeds

  upon a desert hot and dry

 

Some men will start to questioning,

  forever asking why

 

Some men to wile their time away,

  lamenting where its gone

 

Some men to live entire lives,

  not knowing right from wrong

 

Some men will cry when milk is spilt,

  some men pick up the glass

 

Some men to try a different ilk,

  molasses hardening fast

 

Some men will try to say hello,

  wrapped in a last goodbye

 

Most men will die alone in bed

  —forever wondering why

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

Politics brings out the worst in us,

  if in doubt—turn on the news

 

The denominator sinking low,

  false prophets in the pews

 

All lust for privilege, fairness damned,

  as old as man himself

 

Truth getting buried inside the deck,

   as the bottom card gets dealt

 

Politics poisons and spoils the well,

  leaving the common good to drown

 

Our animal natures, where dog eats dog

   —power for sale by the pound

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Don’t talk to me about form,

  when the feeling isn’t there

 

Don’t talk to me about substance,

  when experience is rare

 

Don’t talk to me about insight,

  when reflection is ignored

 

Don’t blaspheme an epiphany

  —in the presence of the Lord

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

I don’t like money

I like freedom

And in this new

Millennium

It’s hard to have one

 —without the other

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Are your words predictable,

  are the feelings staid

 

Is the truth rehashed,

  the same pavers laid

 

Is your verse now tired,

  its veneer worn thin

 

Whose mask barely hiding

  —the emptiness within

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

The logic in morality,

  lay hidden in the math

 

The danger in neutrality,

  an unwillingness to act

 

The numbers tell the story,

  as no Poet ever could

 

Their truth the final glory

  —in values time withstood

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

My deal with the future…

  my debt to the present

 

My deal with the present…

  —my debt from the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

I look at the money,

  asking—what’s it all mean

 

From the toys to the honey,

  and the years in between

 

I look at the statements,

  as my love takes a bow

 

Thanking God my abatement,

  although late—came about

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Unchained from the structure,

  enslaved by the words

 

My voice to the wind

  —freeing silence unheard

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)