Keeping emotion inside

   the words go mute

 

Casting decision aside

  each choice less acute

 

New feelings unbirthed

  words fatherless stray

 

The future untold

  —tomorrow, today

 

(Villanova, Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

You hate in your enemy

 —what you most love in yourself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Prose tells the story,

Poetry explodes the thought

Leading you into

 —a dimension newly wrought

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Without there being  

A God

I could never question  

His existence

Through the power of  

The question

Divinity shines

Do birds question?

Do apes question?

Do flowers question?

Only man questions…

 —and only man knows why

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

To be loved but not liked…

 the greatest curse of all

 

With joy in abeyance

 so near—yet so far

 

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

I’ve never had a friend who didn’t hurt me,

 I’m told that’s just the price of getting close

 

I’ve never had a friend to not desert me,

 it’s always been the thing I hated most

 

I’ve never had a friend who crosses over

 that line so far away and growing thin

 

I’ve never had a friend that I could count on

  —whose words meant all to me but not to him

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 ‘Comments From A Homeless Man In Las Vegas’  

                    August, 2017

At eighteen,

 I thought that I could write my way to heaven

 I’d waltz right in, announce my name, and sit

 down on its throne

 

At twenty-five,

 I sat in jail to rot in isolation

 my freedom gone, my will deformed,

 but worst of all alone

 

At thirty-five,

 I thought that I could write my way to riches

 the screenplay bombed, all doors were closed,

 and wounds there freshly mined

 

At forty-eight,

 I met a man who told me I was lost

 “By Looking Out The Words Won’t Come,

 Your Truth You’ll Never Find…”

 

By fifty-five,

 my path was set—all trails converged as one

 the entrance closed, the exit marked,

 a road of denser stone

 

By sixty-eight,

 all verse within, the lines reset to music

 the darkness gone, my words set free

   —all light now heaven shone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 the night has a thousand eyes

 

The music fades, past dance is done

  the future’s siren cries

 

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 all prophecy would say

 

Your father deaf, your mother blind

 bequeathed of both you pray

 

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 last chariot at the gate

 

New flames have come, the beating drums

 the lots have cast your fate

 

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 one choice to leave or stay

 

Deception fore, with lies behind

  —time killing either way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Once, I didn’t know

 —but thought that I did

 

Now, I know

 —but wish that I didn’t

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Poetry…

the marriage of raw emotion

 —and unbridled thought

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)