If you say a man’s name,
he’s forever alive
Come hell or highwater,
the reasons abide
Losing someone’s greatness,
losing part of our own
Entombed in remembrance
—shared forever alone
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
If you say a man’s name,
he’s forever alive
Come hell or highwater,
the reasons abide
Losing someone’s greatness,
losing part of our own
Entombed in remembrance
—shared forever alone
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Everyone else has gotten off,
how long am I to stay?
The train unstationed, tender gone,
its engine writhed in pain
Did I miss my stop on the journey down?
“an express” the porter screamed
All light afire, ticket burnt
—satanic nightmare dreamed
(Drexel University: February, 2020)
The air I breathe,
the blood that flows
The light that shines,
the voice that knows
The question asked,
the answer stoned
Tomorrow sold
—today on loan
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
The devil in the details
—hell the final sum
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Poetry has no gender,
it seeks a higher line
Never selling out so cheaply
—as the masses would define
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
“Cowardice often hides behind
intelligence
“Until the strong winds of conviction
—blow it away.”
(Quote From My New Novel: Sold Out, February, 2020)
If wishes were dreams
—eternity could sleep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The present in the future,
the future in the past
Each moment with a choice to make
—starting first or last
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
With time,
the beginning gets close to the end
With time,
I no longer need to pretend
With time,
the feelings stand on their own
With time,
the reasons are best left alone
With time,
the music alone mine to play
With time,
the words free to go or to stay
With time,
the memories no longer a wish
With time,
all longing wrapped up in one kiss
With time,
I revisit those things I thought lost
With time,
I re-ember the long winter frost
With time,
I let go of the doubt and the fear
With time I embrace
—as your voice calls me near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
My voice is explicit…
“You will never know me”
But each word is my Judas
—exposed and defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)