Deaths Twins

The friendly enemy,

or enemy friend

 

What matters the difference,

or need to pretend

 

Either stabbed in the front,

or knifed in the back

 

The wound just as fatal,

in either attack

 

Blood given freely,

or blood taken dark

 

Veins running empty,

leading back to the heart

 

To face it undaunted,

or preyed from the rear

 

Deaths twins will approach

—on the tip of one spear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

My Dying Rage

Forever an outsider,

a key without a door

 

Locked in your detention,

its barrier secure

 

Always on the outside,

forever looking in

 

My actions well intended,

your eyes see only sin

 

I spend my time in silence,

rejection as a friend

 

These years I serve in exile,

one word from you could end

 

The walls keep growing thicker,

blank paper for a cage

 

My spark now just a flicker

—to light my dying rage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Two Thoughts

The Better Option

 

Better to be liked

and not loved

 

Than to be loved

—and not liked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

 

 

How Little

 

It’s not about how much it takes

to make you happy

—but how little

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

 

 

Forgiveness For Less

I never read it,

the way it was written

 

I never wrote it,

the way it should read

 

The lines connected,

were for me to be broken

 

A lesson once ending,

is where I began

 

I spoke out of time,

out of place…out of line

 

I wrote what I saw,

once the future was gone

 

I prided myself,

in a vision self nurtured

 

Asking permission for nothing

—and forgiveness for less

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)