Is the truth even electable
redemption now a sin
The confessional a voting booth
—where liars dwell within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Is the truth even electable
redemption now a sin
The confessional a voting booth
—where liars dwell within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
“Commercially Successful”
—the metaphysical oxymoron
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
My level of concern
goes only so deep
I care only to there
in meters or feet
Beyond that depth
lies a hidden zone
Where beneath the caring
is what’s really known
In my efforts to hide
from the surface again
My words become sheltered
immune from the pain
Below its demeanor
I now call out to you
From that place that I wander
—and keep out of view
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
A highway of regret…
an avenue of denial
A boulevard of hopes and dreams
where footsteps have defiled
A thoroughfare of wanton time
each choice a dead end road
In fated plundered wanderlust
—dark alleyways of stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
The nursery, a womb
where fantasy begins
The clay, the permission
for the sculptor to sin
The keyboard, the staircase
to a heavenly score
The day, once forsaken
—its daydream records
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Did you waste your life
just making money
Did you eat the bread
and not the honey
Did you sell your soul
as your children watched
Was your heart left cold
in a tinderbox
Were your excuses rich
and your reasons poor
Did you wake up full
and still ask for more
Were your blessings shunned
as you scratched and clawed
Saying no harm done
“I never broke the law”
Were you teeth all straightened
and your motives bent
Were your eyes detached
from what heaven sent
Were your memories lost
in some dead refrain
As a lonely footnote
to another’s name
If you had one chance
to re-right these wrongs
Would you hide in silence
or break out in song
With your soul imprisoned
the choice is clear
All joy awaits
—redemption near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The light of remembrance
the will’s DNA
Entombed by dementia
—forever in shade
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The jaws sing
As the drip, drip, drip,
Of the petroleum chorus
Dances across
The inverted aluminum
And the hissing starts
And the hissing stays
Its smell a warning
A final omen
Like the last rose
Of summer
Or the fragrance she wore
For that final goodbye
The teeth tear inward
Like the regret for today
And the regret for yesterday
And the lament for tomorrow
Its promise broken
And your khakis red
And baptized
A stigmata
To self infliction
As the music plays constant
And the rushing you feel
An emptying of sorrow
Onto the crushed ceiling
Of a dream in reverse
Of all life in reverse
Until two arms grab you
And you fall from the sky
And you fall from the sky
Waiting
For the ground
To coronate the outcome
And for one more answer
To a ‘why’ unquestioned
And to love you one more time
But the lights are now dim
And the voices muffled
As an organ can be heard
And store bought flowers smelled
And an old woman cries…
As a young woman cries…
And a stranger pronounces
What you feared the most
They didn’t know you
And couldn’t know you
The exit sign flashing
But there is no door
“There Is No Door”
—and then the music stops
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Embracing the present
freeing the past
Abandoning the future
—eternity’s mask
Seizing the moment
lies tumble and fall
Salvation perpetual
—this instant and all
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The trail of my passing
the joy and the tears
Each memory a milestone
to mark every year
That road undiscovered
lay before me ahead
With faith as my guidepost
—deeper footsteps to tread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)