The tragedy within the new
school of ‘thought’ ….
To know ‘about’ everything
—while knowing naught
Where universities foster
professorial demise
Poisoning the young
—with their fantasy and lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The tragedy within the new
school of ‘thought’ ….
To know ‘about’ everything
—while knowing naught
Where universities foster
professorial demise
Poisoning the young
—with their fantasy and lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The better the words
formed
The meaner they
became
‘free and alive
and stirred from the bottom
‘hidden and denied
in moments of pain’
Taking on new life
they glare and they scowl
Staring back from the mirror
—my indulgent refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Is God a deficiency in
our character or makeup
Do we fill in the vacuum with almighty
tales of beyond
Is the salvation we search for
there buried deep inside us
Do our sermons lay unwritten
—last devotional unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Those drunken nights and barroom fights
now seed my fallowed ground
Where women spurned and lovers churned
rule memory’s lost and found
Those wasted days and sleepless years
like wine have aged within
Fermenting each unwritten page
—reharvesting my sins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Say it…
without overstating it
Mean it…
while feeling it more
Live it…
as a mantra then gifted
Transcend it…
on wings from before
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Is it first the
Music
And then the
Words
Or do the
Words
Come first?
Elton John says it
Works
Either way
Bob Dylan’s
Words create
The meaning
That Ray Charles
And
Jimi Hendrix
Explode
Is all timing
Real
Or just
Imagined?
Is the structure
True or
False?
Do your words
Beget the
Melody
Or is your
Aria
—born alone?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
From my lips
Onto the page
—staining my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Poetry…
Conduit
Of the truth
Speaker
Of the almighty
Silence
Last synapse
Of a feeling
Lost
Nerve ending
Of a forgotten
Dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Touching the sunrise,
immortality burned
Touching the sunrise,
infinity returned
Touching the sunrise
time left in the dark
Touching the sunrise
—eternity’s spark
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Who invented the primordial kiss,
who embraced that first hug
Who was the first to say “I Love You”
—who had that first broken heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)