Checking the pulse

on insanity’s wrist

 

Its beat never constant,

as demon’s persist

 

The pressure to rise

with each maddening twist

 

Whose heart then to burst

—into lunacy’s bliss

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

A warrior can be an artist,

but can an artist go to war

 

Can the craftsman ever breathe the fire,

that tempered the blade he forged

 

The warrior-poet not the poet-warrior,

the difference in the score

 

All fury do his words inspire

—to bridge the liars fjord

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Tweedledee

and

Tweedledum

 

The fairytale of George W. Bush

and

Barack Obama

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

The new Millennium…

love with a small l

mistrust with a large M

honor—with all letters gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Is anything more beautiful

than a Tchaikovsky waltz

 

The Nutcracker sublime,

Swan Lake to exalt

 

Where violins elevate,

and horns renew hope

 

Archangels in heaven,

by his music elope

 

Is anything sweeter

than a Tchaikovsky refrain

 

Wind instruments sonorous,

flutes pouring like rain

 

Percussion calls out,

as you rise from your seat

 

No choice but to dance

  —your circle complete

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

At some tables…

Time

is a dessert,

that is no longer

served

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December 16, 2016)

Tears of sorrow,

tears of joy

 

Meld together,

laughter’s toy

 

Tears of sadness,

tears of mirth

 

Wellspring one

—a dual birth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Stepping off the ledge,

out of the fog

—I cast my fate

 

As time again dared,

all blinders off

—the hour late

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

S

H

E

 

C

A

M

E

 

MY HEART AS RANSOM

 

S

H

E

 

L

E

F

T

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

I don’t know if I’m good or bad,

but I’m not for loan

 

I don’t know if my words will rise,

but these thoughts I own

 

I don’t know if the questions asked,

will in death rename

 

I don’t know if this life I live

—will the past reclaim

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)