Carrying them with me

   traveling through time

 

The words seed my memory

   new meter and rhyme

 

Spreading them freely

  over days fallowed thin

 

New feelings sprout upward

   —rooted within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The deeper the pond

  the calmer the water

 

The older the wine

  the richer the flavor

 

The longer the gaze

  the sharper the picture

 

The fewer the words

   —less risk of conjecture

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Words in my fountain pen

   bullets in my gun

 

Blasts of rapid insight

  —ink that doesn’t run

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

My pen constrained and kidnapped

   as ink bleeds evermore

 

Voices cry: “Something More Be Done”

  —fury to rage and roar

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Dreamsleep-February, 2016)

Are your wishes scribed in combat,

  are your hopes relined with pain

 

Is your motion found still wanting

  as you climb the stairs again

 

Are your words now of this moment,

  is your verse free and sincere

 

Are your feelings calling inward

  —from a heart that’s yearning dear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The tightness of the words

  protects the freedom of the thought

 

Whose voice when spoken gently

  —can silence thunder and dragons caught

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Can you separate your art

  from your politics

 

Can you separate the temporal

  from the divine

 

Can you separate the excuses

  from the reasons

 

Can you separate purpose

  from those wasted times

 

Can you separate your vocation

  and avocation

 

Can you separate curiosity

  from true insight

 

Can you separate your duty 

  from convenience

 

Can you separate the darkness

 —from the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Choking on its wealth…

America now suffers

The Acid Reflux

Of a life at ease

 

Suffering poor health…

A country now drifting

Into the coma of denial

  —and no longer free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Social Media….

  the web we are all caught in

 

Waiting for the spider’s bite

  —and our venomous end

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

To change one word and rock the world

   a new verse dancing free

 

Its weight unmeasured, breadth untold

  whose key unlocks the dream

 

The bottle open, the genie gone

  last domino to fall

 

One word pulled out or inserted in

 —new meaning to enthrall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)