Empowering the indolent,

the fox is let inside

 

Vermin on the loose,

 truth now plagued with lies

 

Takers stalk the givers,

those on the dole to scream

 

“We want what you have worked for

—the fruit without the tree”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Nuclear Poetry,

a single bomb drops

 

To wipe out the hate,

to reset the clock

 

A megaton scream,

its verse burns alive

 

The plague of excuses

—deception and lies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

There are Poets

for the stage

 

And Poets

for the page

 

The difference

often subtle

 

In your eye,

and in your ear

 

There are Poets

for the stage

 

And Poets

for the page

 

One well for them

to draw from

 

Two voices

—speaking clear

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

‘Thank You, Neal Hall’

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 1^st,

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)