If I wanted to show you what I see
I’d be a painter
If I wanted to offer you salvation
I’d be a preacher
If I wanted to play to your fantasy
I’d be an actor
But I decided to give you more than that
—I’m a writer
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
Politicians…
Married
to the sound
of their own voice
Divorced
from those
who elected them to serve
Philanderers
of a
bigger truth
Infidels
in the end
—only to themselves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013
Those of us who give nothing
ask everything…
—from those who give it all
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013)
Music…
drowning the words
in false harmony
Honesty…
lost forever
inside the verse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2013)
I lose myself over and over
before finding my way again
Promises surely I will break
pieces—my heart to mend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
No more book fairs or tours
no autographs signed
My words are my gift
the privacy mine
No talk shows or fetes
New York Times to eschew
Questions unanswered
—my thoughts unreviewed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
His spirit denounced
his body on fire
His words rechristened
—the past but a liar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
Sculpting with his words,
the verse carved through the silence
—until screaming loud
(Haiku Alliteration: Villanova Pennsylvania, Jan. 2014)
To live on inside the hearts
of those you’ve loved
Is life
—beyond your dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2013)
The River….
Passing water
Through time
Its message
Deliverable
Beyond the millennia
Beyond the confusion
—beyond
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2013)
