The top of the mountain
—how do you spell alone
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
The top of the mountain
—how do you spell alone
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
Everyone’s life is tragic,
but who calls out the score
The Jester or the Hangman,
the Undertaker sure
Everyone’s nights are haunted,
when sleeping with the Muse
Each dream a wanton barter
—your memories to lose
(Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2020)
Jazz without melody,
an arm with no hand
A heart without blood
—a sea with no land
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
Does trying to disprove
what I believe
make you feel better about what
you don’t…
Is your insecurity
crying out
that maybe I feel something
you won’t…
Does the depth of my commitment
bother you so
leaving you distant
fearful and alone…
Like a branch that’s now broken
swinging high in the tree
one strong gust
—and you’re fated to go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
An army of lions…
led by a lamb
An army of sheep…
led by a lion
The fangs out in front
first bite is the deepest
A wound more than fatal
—destruction sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)
The light in the window,
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)
Whispers before me,
echoes behind
Voices portending,
words to remind
Sleepless imprisoned,
nights linger on
Shadows approaching
—memory gone
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
When you’re out of options
—it’s no time to make a choice
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
Twilight…
day surrendering
light into
submission,
taking a knee
before the night,
entrusting its
future
to a darkness
unknown,
waiting in the cold
—for dawn to return
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
I’ll rue the day,
I can’t write angry
I’ll rue the day,
not alone with myself
I’ll rue the day,
the questions all answered
I’ll rue the day,
thoughts no longer felt
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)