Is death the price of truth…

 

“The light shining brightest

that shines at the end”

 

Is death the price of truth…

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The voice of a Poet,

the breath of a Child

 

The curse of the Devil

—forever beguiled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

I imagined myself rich,

I saw myself poor

 

From the suite to the stable,

my soul cried for more

 

The sweeter the temptation,

the more dour the gain

 

A kingdom for a poem

—my treasure renamed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

The tragedy of us

is that we couldn’t overcome

ourselves

 

To become who

we were meant to be

—sharing the greatest gift of all

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

The reality of who we were

destroyed what we were

—as the thresher kills the rose

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

That’s the way life is…

greatness wrapped in a tattered box,

lined with regret

compliments laced with a negative refrain,

hiding the truth

Fear and delight masquerading as one,

chanting behind the mask

—that’s the way life is

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

 

When you love someone,

you claim part of their spirit

 

Trading affection

—as the emptiness fills

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

Most of our lives are spent

icing the cake

 

Covering the substance

where meaning partakes

 

To coat and embellish

what we most try to hide

 

Distracting, misleading

—shrouded inside

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)

I survived the 60’s,

can I ask the same of you…

 

With soul in tact, my body wracked,

and conscience split in two

 

My parents now have I become,

these days of future past

 

With bloodshot eyes and memory owned

—by that decade not to last

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

Will you

Or won’t you,

Can you

Or can’t you,

Another paradox

Unclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)