A ring on his finger
—ribbon around his heart
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
A ring on his finger
—ribbon around his heart
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
The better Angels of our nature…
the Devil only laughs
Laying traps as yet unseen,
in virtues aftermath
Reluctant aspiration,
free will a double edge
That takes us high while honing doubts
—of falling off the ledge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Where would we be without language,
still naked around the fire
Trading bones with a grunt or moan,
very little to inspire
How could we live without meaning,
every question held at bay
Our futures dark, discovery stark,
all knowledge yea or nay
In a world without transcendence,
harboring ignorance and fright
All answers buried within lost words
—silent in the night
(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
The shortcut to a heart’s desire,
where roads and feelings cross
Destiny maps, direction on fire
—love’s toll the only cost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Dying alone,
a forgotten song
Last lyric unsung
—muted and gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The gallows were offered,
guillotine chosen
Executioner a matter
of choice
The sinner repentant,
evil now lessened
Death calls
—in a welcoming voice
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Writing the lines,
one word remains absent
To give the verse promise,
new voices to fill
Speaking my heart,
I pause before ending
Taking a breath
—as the silence distills
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
From the Devil’s stable,
I picked the fastest stallion
And rode beyond perdition
—through eternity’s flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Stepping stone Nirvana,
a pathway through the maze
Temptation churns between the stones
—each tread fruition laid
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
A Mississippi back road,
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)