In the Song Of The Muses,
the Prince heard his Queen
Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen
The tower lay distant,
its ramparts on guard
Just one point of entry
a hero’s reward
The mist in the valley
its prison to free
Through clouds in the distance
her pleadings, her screams
Two miles before him
all love waits abed
The future unfolding
—his destiny wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Siren of fate
lures you onto the rocks
Her beauty enticing
while masking what’s not
A shipwreck of horrors
that’s not what it seems
Luring you onward
away from your dreams
A phantom discovery
a fool’s masquerade
Its promising temptress
an ill mannered charade
And once you discover
your mortality is near
You flail and you panic
while sinking in fear
The distance you’ve traveled
at a liars demand
Weighs heavy as you manage
one last spoken command
Shouting out to your comrades
to stay where they are
Searching only within
—for that beckoning star
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The night is a den
of mixed horrors
A trap
where you sleep with the dead
Any light
that’s remiss or left vacant
A pathway
—to gravestones unread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The Self
Free Will
And Love
—the three grand illusions of life
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
I stare back from the last horizon,
and scientists look bemused
Theologians prey among themselves,
mystics stay confused
Once through the light Divining
no beginnings or their ends
All truth transcending within itself
—as time and space descend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
If all there is…
—is all there is
(then)
All you can do…
—is all you can do
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Listening to James Ladyman
“A Man’s true spirit can only be forged and replenished
—in the fire of the unknown”
(Last Line Of Chapter 18 In My Novel ‘Revenge Along The War Trail’) …. Published Sept 1, 2016
The sand was hot,
as she came up behind me singing…
“You put the ‘Man’
back in Romance
“And I’ll put the ‘Lay’
back in Lady”
(Miami Beach Florida: May, 1982)
We never safeguard our progeny
by overprotecting our kids
The blankets that we spread
and fences we build
Imprison,
rather than defend
Ensuring weaker and hapless offspring
—inside a diminished and helpless world
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Get through the dialectic
before the day is late
Don’t wait for an invitation
as they slowly shut the gate
The wolf now dressed in spun wool
has broken from his cage
He hungers deep inside our fear
with ignorance and rage
As traitors lurk in front of us
to vanquish and to quell
All time has stopped, their curses screamed
assassins pledged to hell
The moment to act is calling
the odds both long and wide
This battle worth refighting
for those before who thought and died
So if truth’s your greatest weapon
wield it willingly and free
The enemy is upon us
—and must leave on bended knee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
