Today’s gone wild,
killers on the fringe
A life to take, its fate to make,
tomorrow—death’s revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Today’s gone wild,
killers on the fringe
A life to take, its fate to make,
tomorrow—death’s revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
When love deceives,
the heart to bleed,
its truth an open wound
Forever long,
time’s painful gong,
rerung with every moon
When love deceives,
on bended knees,
and lost within the pain
All wishes fly,
with hope denied
—as emptiness remains
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
From Winston:
“When youth departs
—may wisdom prove enough”
To Winston:
“When spirit falters
—all will to then prevail”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Raw and uncut, the Poet
sharpened his edge
His entry point targeted,
fury bright red
The first cut the deepest,
and clean to the bone
A wound bleeding freely
—all sutures unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
No one ever dies for an idea,
until it changes to a feeling
No one ever dies for a feeling
—until darkness points to dawn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
You can’t step into the same river twice,
and have the water be the same
You can’t throw wishes into the wind,
and recall them time unclaimed
You can’t put a baby back in the womb,
once the cord of life has been cut
And you can’t change a lie into the truth,
your intention—the devil’s good luck
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Formal education,
requires a fence
With borders to confine,
and logic intense
Three letters that matter,
the I, S, and M
Each school suffixed over,
its member’s defend
Realism, Rationalism,
Idealism all…
Each name its own failing,
as verity calls
True thought has no class
or Academie named
It stands on its own,
the truth its sole claim
With knowledge in conflict,
the days turn to night
Academia’s lantern
—burned out in the fight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Prose or Poetry,
the music is calling
A waltz or a tango
—conjecture or blood
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Start looking outside your frame of reference,
for that which will stand you alone
Stop longing for praise or high endorsement,
things only borrowed or loaned
Start feeling those words you preach unto others,
no longer hiding yourself away
Stop blaming the time and the message it brings
—for those excuses that keep you ‘at bay’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
It isn’t…
until it is
It wasn’t…
until it was
It shouldn’t be…
until it should
It won’t be…
—until it will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)