Married to his writing,
divorced from carnal love
The bodies flesh a token,
his words to rise above
All younger men still captive,
as lust demands anew
His passion burning molten hot
—to bed the coldest Muse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Married to his writing,
divorced from carnal love
The bodies flesh a token,
his words to rise above
All younger men still captive,
as lust demands anew
His passion burning molten hot
—to bed the coldest Muse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
A gift inside the box…
one question left unanswered
Whose key to then unlock
lay distant—still unfound
(Baltimore Maryland: April, 2019)
My dog was hurt; he couldn’t hunt,
and left me in the field
To wander into aimlessness,
my prey as yet to yield
His nose was gone; the point was lost,
the tracks turned right then wrong
My gun recocked but sighted blind
—all certainty had gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Sleeping through forgiveness…
I’m re-invoiced by the pain
The nightmare real, escape undone,
the reasons all to blame
Trapped within my memory,
each image haunts and preys
Excuses gone as judgment reigns
—one final bill to pay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
“Playing tennis without a net,”
perhaps Robert Frost was right
Free Verse serves with no return,
day volleys into night
One long shot into the darkness,
an open end divide
Its message fades, an echo dim
—with silence to collide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Power…
the father of choice
Emotion…
the mother of love
Freedom…
lost child of betrothal
Returning
—on wings from above
(Richmond Virginia: April, 2019)
Never shout into the void
—when you can whisper to the heart
(Richmond Virginia: April, 2019)
Bring your lover into your world,
don’t hide inside of hers
‘A mistake too often made
with respect to women’
Self inflicted homicide…
men die of good intention
A modern age hormonal trap
—loves truth no longer free
(Greensboro North Carolina: April, 2019)
Scientific Discovery…
but one grand paradox
The Spacetime Continuum
—contradiction defined
(Greensboro North Carolina: April, 2019)
A literary sociopath…
Hemingway wrote
Both gifted and tortured,
his words they provoke
A verbal combatant,
new victories untold
His last proving fatal
—all memory on hold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)