Attack, attack…

leaving no room for fear

 

Charging ahead,

driving the past behind

 

Fate in a coma,

never really dead

 

Lying in wait

—for that final misstep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

You can only live

in the time you’re given

 

The past and the future,

a false consorting

 

Looking inside and blinding

yourself

 

—to tomorrow and yesterday

 

The magic contained within

each fleeting moment

 

—until it’s gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Are you bigger in your absence

than your presence could command

 

Is your memory that much stronger

than your being when at hand

 

Does the legend of your fancy

stretch the truth of what you’d done

 

The imagined and embellished

—a false legacy becomes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

The right to remember,

the right to recall

 

The right to uncover,

the right to forestall

 

The right to nostalgia,

the right to look back

 

The right to remember

—the right to retrack

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Fear, the ghost of indecision

where darkness stalks each day

 

Confusion our ignoble master,

bewildered we fall prey

 

Terror caught in nightly doldrums,

the walls start closing in

 

As choices wait our will to answer

—or die this fate within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

The thrill is gone, but its memory remains

in flashes that come in the night

 

The names have all changed, but faces stare back

forsaken, denied by the light

 

The thrill is gone, but its price still to pay

whose absence weighs heavy and long

 

The reasons left truant, excuses to reign

in darkness—my soul to belong

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

The bigotry of isolation,

 prejudice of despair

 

The future in your rear window

—abandoned beyond repair

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July: 2020)

With distance in his voice,

he traveled on the wind

 

Guitar case for a saddle,

to ride each beckoning whim

 

A folk tale left untethered,

his melody to claim

 

Each song an affirmation

—his legend to refrain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

Paying the price for a life ill lived,

my spirit torn and scarred

 

Those things undone, weigh heavy now,

old choices prey and mar

 

I thought the past behind me sure,

alas, naivete

 

Each memory loose to track and hunt

—tomorrow’s yesterday

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

Moments of clarity stop the clock,

but time rolls on and on

 

Unrecorded, to stay embedded

in each wish unfulfilled

 

Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt

that truancy sets free

 

Returning with the future claimed

—to liberate the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)