Seduced
by what I hadn’t done
Engaged
to what I’d never wed
Married
with vows I wouldn’t take
Divorced
from what I couldn’t leave
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Seduced
by what I hadn’t done
Engaged
to what I’d never wed
Married
with vows I wouldn’t take
Divorced
from what I couldn’t leave
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Democracy
and true freedom
—it’s a dirty business
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Behind the mask,
only truth gets told
Its covering sacred
—eyes behold
(Kabuki Theater: April, 1973)
Rebel’s highway,
toll free line
Drifting median,
ill defined
Sirens distant,
flashing lights
Mocking laughter
—death’s delight
(Memories Of September 30th, 1955)
Born to the same words as you,
the feelings were my own
Language shared, intention spared,
a vision fully grown
Our words converse, beyond my verse,
your prose unto my rhyme
To search that darkest hidden place,
each footstep out of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Twilight beckons
a wavering moon
Chasing the sunset
from darkening skies
Clouded reminder
renewal has come
Birthing new shadows
in fresh summer rain
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
The present is in your future,
the present in your past
The present a sacred mystery,
its moment to unmask
The present is in your memory,
the present in your dreams
The present neither begins nor ends
—eternity set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Dipping his toe
in the river’s denial,
uncertain of its depth
Floating his memories
on ripples of fate,
his deepest secrets kept
Refusing to sink
excuses cut free,
his reasons left to buoy
Erasing his doubts
the island ahead
—all sharks turned into Koi
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
The wandering Poet,
so wild—so free
With each mile walked,
a new reverie
Eight Muses to guide him,
his steps fall in line
Their prophecy calling,
their message sublime
The wandering Poet
won’t stop till he’s done
All motion incessant,
all verse zero-sum
His trail can be seen
by those willing to climb
Their destiny’s marked
—their pasts left behind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
I dress up every Sunday,
but only in my mind
My coat and tie in tattered shreds,
the past and future bind
To celebrate in peasant rags,
as memory dances free
Imagining in formal garb
—what only I can see
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)