Just a broken poet,
at an A.T.M.
His stomach cries out,
words hunger within
The nights are the longest,
cold darkens and chills
Fresh words on account,
new credit distills
Pushing buttons while bent,
with hope standing tall
An answer comes back,
‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
God is a Poet,
his blessings in rhyme
Salvation unmetered,
inspiration divine
His voice calls us inward,
temptation now gone
Where the wings of an Angel
—carry words into song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Time waits…
the handmaiden of love
Love waits
—only upon itself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
I answered with love,
you questioned
with anger and pain
I held you close,
but your eyes
failed me again
I told you truly,
as my wishes
dropped to the floor
Your smile my captor,
my heart
—your swinging door
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Avatar Queen
The mask or the screen,
What’s never to know
What’s never to see
Avatar Queen
Your name to mislead,
One more cryptic posting
That always deceives
Avatar Queen
Both petty and preened,
The bees in your bonnet
No stinger foreseen
Avatar Queen
You know what I mean,
With feelings all borrowed
And vistas unseen
Avatar Queen
The sourest cream,
No reason to wish
All hope dressed in green
Avatar Queen
Your anger unweaned,
My answer then sharp
My rapier free
Avatar Queen
Not to sleep or to dream,
Your nightmare awoken
In daylight you scream
Avatar Queen
One curse washes clean,
Your blessings defaced
—no chance to redeem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
What the heart holds captive
—the mind will never free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
All of our passions
border on sin
The reasoning gray,
the line often thin
All of our joy
dances freely between
That Angel above
—and a Devil unseen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
All time shattered memory,
and faces now past
Stare back as I dream
—meant never to last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Have your words stayed unspoken,
to mislead or confuse?
Those phrases kept distant,
the voice of the Muse?
Have your words stayed unspoken,
as you’ve traveled in vain?
Your mileposts painted,
with fury and pain?
Have your words stayed unspoken,
are your motives still pure?
Your thoughts as intended
—or to even the score?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
I hate the word clever,
it seeks to demean
With hidden entendre’
and devious schemes
I hate how it sounds,
as it rolls off the tongue
To strike from all language
—if my power was sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
