Unliving your memory

—unbreaking my heart

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Painting with words,

poetry my canvas

 

Hanging through the ages

—signed with my blood

 

(Ocean City New Jersey: June, 1969)

Don’t pick it up

if you can’t put it down

 

A little bit pregnant

—the world turned around

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Living right,

death of no concern

 

Dying right

—life begins again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Never writing to make the words pretty,

but the thoughts pure

 

Each breath a moment of time’s demise

—tomorrow gone

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

When man came out
of nature’s womb
—God was born

(Winnipeg Canada: September, 1992)

Night erupts…
The maddening glow
Of a closing minute
Of a final hour
Shines pale
Against the frozen concrete
As the drumbeat starts
And the chanting starts
My last broken link
Forever lost—Forever lost
Salvation,
The calling card
Of a new
Abyss
My breath turning
Inward
Where the heat rises
And the voices expand
With the choking of angels
And the plucking of wings
New grace into the fire
The blessing of those
Becoming
A curse to his rage
The fire of isolation
Burning sweet
Into my memory
Murderous thoughts
Killing innocent feelings
All orphaned intent
Lost in dark wandering
Time no longer master
Unto itself
—as night erupts

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)​

Artists reach beyond themselves,

to be more than who they are

 

The journey never at an end,

nor ever near—but far

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

“Who’re you really” the Sage asked again,

that look upon his face

 

“It depends on who I’m looking at,”

I said, his eyes now glazed

 

“I’m never just one thing as you’ve heard often

in my songs

 

“Like the weather I am prone to change,

from right—to oft times wrong”

 

“But what of your essence” he asked again,

“the core of who you are”

 

“My essence a myth that plagues your mind,”

dimensionally scarred

 

“If your eyes were a laser with vision to burn,

you still would only see

 

“A mirage in the distance, wrapped in a mystery

—pretending to be me”

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: April, 2020)