Rumors,

the carpet of deception

 

The threshold of hearsay

—lies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Writing…

not the beginning of verse,

but the end

 

Grabbing life by the throat,

the birth of a thought

 —whose story begins

 

Captive together,

they walk word by word

toward the jury

 

Scars and accolades,

joy and strife

—in sentenced glory

 

(Ronald McDonald House: January, 2020)

Expressions of grief,

the eyes of a child

 

An ending in sight

—all nature reviled

 

(McCarran Airport: January, 2020)

 

Life’s an anthology…

death written once

 

The chapter elusive

—last page on the run

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The purity of surprise

—new moments set free

 

(McCarran Airport: January, 2020)

This morning,

my body stopped in

to say goodbye

 

Thanking me 

for the joy

 

Forgiving me

for the pain

 

Fading into

 memory

—one last time

 

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)

No mountain more imposing

than an idea

 

No gun more deadly

than intent

 

No cruelty more powerful

than love

 

No lie more convincing

—than the truth

 

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)

 

Killer of hope,

seasons of denial

 

Perdition in the wind

—damnation on file

 

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)

Tis a witch out of season,

on the seventh day

 

And you hear reasons chanting,

while running away

 

from you

from you

 

In her brew stirs an answer,

where memories lay

 

And the last fancy dancer

burns, looking to play

 

with you

with you

 

Your destiny boiling,

a cauldron of doubt

 

With fear running over

her coven to shout

 

at you

at you

 

Until spells of transcendence,

a broom handled waltz

 

Free dreams that start dancing,

through dungeons of fault

 

for you

for you

 

(Las Vegas, Nevada: January, 2020)

‘Rock Lyrics #122

 

 

 

 

 

 

A PhD in emotion and feel,

licentiate of what lives within

 

Professor of imagery, doctor of will,

a Saint with a penchant for sin

 

Explorer of evil with devils to hunt,

the fire burns liquid and hot

 

Degrees of atonement, diplomas unread

— graduate of words future bought

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)