My DNA lettered
My bloodstream in verse
My feelings in couplets
My last goes to first
My breathing in prose
My expression in rhyme
My horizons unwritten
My soul there to shine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
My DNA lettered
My bloodstream in verse
My feelings in couplets
My last goes to first
My breathing in prose
My expression in rhyme
My horizons unwritten
My soul there to shine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
To live inside
your laughter
To your hearts
will I belong
To write each hope
eternal
As all wishes
turn to song
To My Grandchildren: October 9th, 2015
I lived inside her laughter,
I slept inside her song
I wrote inside her meaning
—till our wishes all were gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
How do I exit gracefully,
how do I end it all
Can I rewrite the terms again
before the final fall
The kids now counting every day
the moments still all mine
The days and weeks of years gone by
a measure now defined
How do I finally say goodbye
and start anew again
This world peeled back against itself
no more left to befriend
Regret a word best left behind
for others who have sinned
Stepping into eternity’s vault
—last check to cash within
(Train #56 ‘Vermonter’ To White River Junction Vt. 3/22/2018)
A ray of warm sunshine
—sparkling delight
An arrival so blessed
on wings of a sprite
Its music plays silent
from distant to near
Springtime is calling
—the meadow so dear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
If I don’t first have your eyes,
will I ever have your ears
If I don’t first have your mind,
will I ever have your heart
If I don’t first have your eyes,
will I ever have your ears
If I don’t first hold you far,
—will I ever hold you near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)
No matter how much
you bandage a lie
The truth bleeds
—through and through
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Taking a last breath inside
the final moment
All perception at once
inhaled
—never to be released again
(Las Vegas: August, 2015)
Was that dollar Sunday morning
a twenty Saturday night
Is that empty bottle you can barely see
the excuse that started the fight
Is that torn and tattered jacket
what was once your Sunday best
Is your life worth more than nineteen dollars
eyes blackened—never to rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Inspiration is always there
just reach inside—embrace it
All time on hold, new lines to share
the moment lives iconic
Words are formed by sweat and tears
not deemed or willed upon you
Each verse to go beyond the years
—to seal a memory true
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)