Tapering to a point

time pierces the veil

Unharvested moments

a gardener’s tale  

Dug from the furrows

a voice has been freed

Whose final word spoken  

—eternity’s seed

 

(Septa R5: June, 2023)

Violence deceives 

in the absence of love

 masking a template

that fits like a glove

 

Destruction and madness

call from within

where lies have embedded

in footnotes to sin

 

Violence festers

in spirit deformed

to strike ever constant

those feelings unborn

 

Its petroglyph’s holler

from caves deep inside

marking the secrets

—we most try to hide

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

When the woods are full of the enemy

—start your fire at their backs

 

(From My Novel—Approaching Storm: June, 2023)

The invasion upon us

attacked by a neighbor

no village is safe

their scourge overruns

 

The enemy dressed

as civilian turistas

our border wide open

and freely they come

 

No shots have been fired

or prisoners taken

the keys to our arsenal

willingly loaned

 

Our schools now infested

with quotas bespoken  

surrounded and cornered

—the fault but our own

 

(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)

The only way to escape the jungle

—is in self delusion

 

(Saigon: July, 1989)

If you write everyday

sometimes you get lucky

As words come together

and thoughts go away

 

The feelings take over

as silence retraces

What memory has bartered

—your fortune to say

 

(The New Room: June, 2023)

 

We all are a masterpiece

cast in His likeness

Blessed to remember

and never forget

 

What God predetermines

an Angel delivers

New light in the darkness

—tomorrow reset

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: June, 2018)

Too many good thoughts

so many bad poems

The bridge to forever

exacting its toll

Too many to count

just one to remember

As beauty releases

—redeeming the soul

 

(The New Room: June, 2023)

Man is predestined

to destroy his world

Consciously damning

‘free choice’ unfurled

 

An apex predator

upon himself

No rhyme or reason

or logic dealt

 

Self-destruction

his stock in trade

His nature foreign

to all else made

 

Killing his brothers

killing his sons

Shakespeare prescient

of what’s to come

 

Time irreverent

he never learns

What sets him free

his folly spurns

 

The clock is running

the hour late

His words now toxic

and filled with hate

 

And when it’s over

but one thing changed

A new world order

—with life reclaimed

 

(Bryn Mawr College: June, 2023)

 

 

  

Caught within a dying art form

a lyricist passed by

(saying)

“Music is my lord and master

it makes the phrases fly”

 

Writing lines of words unwedded

the ink once dry is set

Time and memory freed in song

—the poet to forget

 

(Villanova University: June, 2023)