An empty voice with naught to say,

a barrel hollow born

 

To spout and spew, pontificate,

a hairless sheep forlorn

 

With lines recopied, often stole,

released, his name to bear

 

A charlatan of spoken verse

—embezzled words to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

All passion enslaved to Aphrodite,

her chains beyond silver or gold

 

Where time will forever surrender,

 to love—never purchased or sold

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Damned when we do, damned when we don’t,

the end works out the same

 

As love demands its pound of flesh

—the lion never tamed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

‘Inspired By Daniel Turner’

 

I dare you

not to read the words,

I double-dare you true

 

To live outside

a sentenced life

—your spirit unrenewed

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Until you really love someone,

you don’t know what you’ll do

 

The old rules self-abated,

priorities renewed

 

Until you really love someone,

you won’t see past yourself

 

Your life upturned, your role reversed

—your soul to someone else

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

Patches on the quilt of life,

letters sew not rend

 

Memory darning time to time,

future warmth depends

 

Words left tattered, words that bind,

 ragged breath portends

 

To stitch it once and have it last

—tomorrow on the mend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Inspired By Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Ronnie Van Zant

“If It Ain’t Worth Remembering, It Ain’t No Good”

 

 

Like an exiting wind,

voices leave from within

 

As the feelings impart,

verbal memories embark

 

A last spoken refrain,

to escape unrestrained

 

As the sky opens wide

—Heaven’s breath to provide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

You’re desperately lost,

 writing your way into the madness

 

Each word a false beacon,

your hopes to decry

 

You’re desperately lost,

searching the caves of your memory

 

Delusion the caretaker,

your verses to lie

 

You’re desperately lost,

as every voice now deserts you

 

Time running backwards,

the heat turned up high

 

You’re desperately lost,

as the Sirens misguide you

 

The torch of the demon

—burning darkly inside

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

North Jersey woman,

South Jersey heat

 

Your past in abeyance

—dark memories to sleep

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Wishes from the mountaintop,

dreamers from beyond

 

Shadows in the wind

—trapped in memory’s song

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)