Drowning at the bottom,
the top so far away
Lifeline snapped, memory torn
—reasons unbelayed
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Drowning at the bottom,
the top so far away
Lifeline snapped, memory torn
—reasons unbelayed
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Do you want education,
or just to get high
To reach your potential,
or pie in the sky
If it’s learning you want,
then take off the mask
That laptop you worship
—deceives future and past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
The Blues fills my memory,
all emptiness gone
Its Harp laying claim,
my soul to belong
Little Walter cries out
‘that same old somethin’ again
Jimmy Reed to remind us
—of the mojo within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
The house is now quiet,
the children have gone
My beard they’ve left ruffled,
as memories grow long
With trains and dolls scattered,
where last they played
Their love remains buried,
inside of the maze
The cupola harkens,
a last candle there burns
As the attic sits waiting
for the toys to return
The old house is silent,
but deep from within
Their laughter still hides
—and my searching begins
(Thanksgiving: November, 2016)
Live hard
Write easy
Footsteps washing
With the tide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
The children left
The memories stayed
Feelings caught
Between
Now and before
Doors opening
Doors closing again
Future wish
Written
—hoping for more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
In the depths of the forest,
one lone candle burns
A light into forever,
where spirit still yearns
In the trees and the darkness,
its promise burns bright
With eternity waiting
—just out of sight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
I never chose to live among you,
and choose to die alone
My thoughts in writing here beside me
—last verse my ticket home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Do you synthesize your anger,
do you cauterize the burn
Do you anesthetize the wonder,
as your dreams are drugged and scorned
Is your judgment tempered badly,
with emotion fiery hot
Is your vision colored madly,
by your choices—sold and bought
Does your music play reclusive,
do your words fall off the page
Does ego kill your last excuse
—that mask you can’t explain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
It’s those desolate interludes
that create the new space
For our souls to exhale
—and our dreams to escape
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)