The most important things don’t need a reason,
—just because

The falling leaves beyond their season,
—just because

The sun trades the night to the rising moon,
—just because

The lateness that brings one last final goodbye,
—just because

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

It’s a comedy of errors…
  the clowns and actors inside

When for two millennia,
  they served to amuse and abide

The patriots and righteous
  once made all the laws

But now the Halls of Congress
  by their presence are flawed

Through political correctness,
  the blind pretend that they see

With our future in peril,
  they laugh at our pleas

A carnival sideshow
  they make of the truth

As the press and the movies
  back up what’s uncouth

They lie in our face
  with the darkest of plans

Their excuses in concert
  now leading the band

Like the rats in the cellar
  and the bats in the barn

To the hills we must drive them
  where they can do no more harm

And the power repositioned
  among the brave and the wise

Who care first for their country
  —keeping freedom alive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Samurai writer
Bushido inspired
Katana withdrawn
Edge hardened by fire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

I knew you were coming,
  as I walked across the cell
  still in chains

I knew you were crying,
  as the guard called out three times
  announcing your name

Your silence was deafening,
  as my final meal
  was delivered at last

The time intensifying,
  the markings on the wall
   —killing the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

If language a bullet,
  the pen is my gun

Its wound self inflicted,
  the verse zero-sum

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

My thoughts are my weapons,
my pen is my sword

My will is my whetstone,
my knighthood,
—my Lord

(Opening Poem to Novel 'Darkening Sun:' December, 2014)

America has been hi-jacked
By the mainstream media
Reality distorted
  —and the truth scorned

Soundbites of political daggers
Impale a Constitution left wounded
Patriots held hostage
  —as Lady Liberty mourns

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)

Words…
  the great currency
  inside my literary account

Inspiration,
  the letters of credit
   —freeing me to spend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Disappear into your smart phone
  the world outside is doomed

Your few remaining human traits
  have long since left the room

Disappear into your smart phone
  all life beyond is lost

Your feelings truly virtual
  you’ve paid a mighty cost

Disappear into your smart phone
  while others stand beside

And just like you they tap their screens
  faint proof that they’re alive

Disappear into your smart phone
   as time is winding down

All spirit tapped, emotion strapped
  your history lost, unfound

Disappear into your smart phone
   that bed you’ve left unmade

Your spirit cries as memory dies
  whose LaLa land you crave

Disappear into your smart phone
  its power now supreme

Your knowledge mapped and future trapped
  —your destiny undreamed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Time not only seems to be speeding up…
  it actually is

Perception trumping reality looking forward,
  not looking back

Undercooked moments blow into the future,
  their aroma unsettling

As tomorrow disowns today
   —lamenting the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

Waiting to die,
  he took one last card

Waiting to die,
  the dealer stared hard

Waiting to die,
  his wager was late

Waiting to die,
  which Joker abates

Waiting to die,
  the odds become clear

Waiting to die,
  last gamble with fear

Waiting to die,
  fate out of the deck

Waiting to die,
—his soul his last bet

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

The light in the window,
  the candle in the hall

The torch in the jungle
  all beacons that call

That voice in the distance,
  the one just next door

The whisper screams loudest,
  when heard from afar

That flame that once beckoned,
  the one that still shines

Those rays reconnected,
  new vision sublime

To see it and hear it,
  to know it once more

One spark yet to strike,
—last blaze still to roar

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)