Rebel’s highway,
toll free line
Drifting median,
ill defined
Sirens distant,
flashing lights
Mocking laughter
—death’s delight
(Memories Of September 30th, 1955)
Rebel’s highway,
toll free line
Drifting median,
ill defined
Sirens distant,
flashing lights
Mocking laughter
—death’s delight
(Memories Of September 30th, 1955)
Born to the same words as you,
the feelings were my own
Language shared, intention spared,
a vision fully grown
Our words converse, beyond my verse,
your prose unto my rhyme
To search that darkest hidden place,
each footstep out of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Twilight beckons
a wavering moon
Chasing the sunset
from darkening skies
Clouded reminder
renewal has come
Birthing new shadows
in fresh summer rain
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
The present is in your future,
the present in your past
The present a sacred mystery,
its moment to unmask
The present is in your memory,
the present in your dreams
The present neither begins nor ends
—eternity set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Dipping his toe
in the river’s denial,
uncertain of its depth
Floating his memories
on ripples of fate,
his deepest secrets kept
Refusing to sink
excuses cut free,
his reasons left to buoy
Erasing his doubts
the island ahead
—all sharks turned into Koi
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
The wandering Poet,
so wild—so free
With each mile walked,
a new reverie
Eight Muses to guide him,
his steps fall in line
Their prophecy calling,
their message sublime
The wandering Poet
won’t stop till he’s done
All motion incessant,
all verse zero-sum
His trail can be seen
by those willing to climb
Their destiny’s marked
—their pasts left behind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
I dress up every Sunday,
but only in my mind
My coat and tie in tattered shreds,
the past and future bind
To celebrate in peasant rags,
as memory dances free
Imagining in formal garb
—what only I can see
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Some days my mind is hardened,
on others like a sponge
Today my thoughts are heartened,
with feelings on the run
Tonight as light transitions,
and darkness fills the void
My mind and heart will lay as one,
true lovers—dreams of joy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Wedded to a grownup dream,
betrothed to whom I sleep
My lover laced in shades of gray,
her shadow most discreet
Vows of heartache lost in time,
one chance to pledge again
to tend her garden—heart unbound,
and till her love unstemmed
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
I said no to the man
and made my own bed
I cut my own trail
with eyes straight ahead
In debt to myself
but thankful to all
My words freely spoken,
their verdict my call
I beat my own rhythm
on multiple drums
I structured the lyrics
to sing and to hum
The nighttime began
what the morning forgave
A living refusal,
my back to the grave
The years have renewed,
all memories collide
The young and the old,
the truth and the lies
A comet yet burning,
new verse in the sky
One word still an orphan,
and homeless
—GOODBYE
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)