Disguising his attack,

concealing his intent,

deceit comes calling

as a friend

 

Smiling to your face,

fangs in your back,

the wolf approaching

as a lamb

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)

Poetry,

not read with the eyes

or listened to with the ears

—when spirited through the soul

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

They just want to feel something…

the audience again new

 

They just want to escape time,

for a moment then, or two

 

They just want to know you care,

after what the past has cost

 

They just want you reaching out

—touching something that they’ve lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)

And no summer came…

 calendar frozen, cold winds still in play

 

And no summer came…

the birds and butterflies staying away

 

And no summer came…

 expressions of love buried in the frost

 

And no summer came…

seasons to mourn every day that we’ve lost

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Searching,
I look for words to free the song

The music,
already playing inside my soul

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2008)

Monument Valley,
you whisper going through

HOPING IT WON’T HEAR 

HOPING IT WON’T HEAR

Whatever you say 

—never to be enough

(Duchesne Utah: June, 2008)

If only my wishes

had come to me earlier

 

Much less than I settled for

—still more than I deserved

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

What’s in a title,

what’s in a name

 

What does it matter,

praise—or to blame

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Blue Collar—White Collar,

choking the same

 

Their difference endemic,

as time casts its blame

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Before success,

the work had more meaning

 

Before success,

with nothing to fear

 

Before success,

all floor and no ceiling

 

Before success

—the mirror was clear

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)