Those drunken nights and barroom fights

 now seed my fallowed ground

 

Where women spurned and lovers churned

 rule memory’s lost and found

 

Those wasted days and sleepless years

 like wine have aged within

 

Fermenting each unwritten page

  —reharvesting my sins

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Say it…

  without overstating it

 

Mean it…

  while feeling it more

 

Live it…

  as a mantra then gifted

 

Transcend it…

  on wings from before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Is it first the

Music

And then the

Words

Or do the

Words

Come first?

Elton John says it

Works

Either way

Bob Dylan’s

Words create

The meaning

That Ray Charles

And

Jimi Hendrix

Explode

Is all timing

Real

Or just

Imagined?

Is the structure

True or

False?

Do your words

Beget the

Melody

Or is your

Aria

 —born alone?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Wringing feelings

Like a sponge…

The words dripped down

From my lips

Onto the page

  —staining my soul

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Poetry…

Conduit

Of the truth

 

Speaker

Of the almighty

Silence

 

Last synapse

Of a feeling

Lost

 

Nerve ending

Of a forgotten

Dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Touching the sunrise,

 immortality burned

 

Touching the sunrise,

 infinity returned

 

Touching the sunrise

 time left in the dark

 

Touching the sunrise

 —eternity’s spark

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 Who invented the primordial kiss,

 who embraced that first hug

 

Who was the first to say “I Love You”

 —who had that first broken heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Becoming totally involved

 —while keeping your opinions to yourself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your world’s a mess

There’s nothing new

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your sheep are shorn

Your flower’s few

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your time now warps

In shades of grey

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

That choice you made

To run away…

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your worship hollow

An empty pew

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

Your time insolvent

Your memories few

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue

Last dice to roll

Snake eyes stare back

 

Billy Blue

Billy Blue,

The reaper knocks

 —your fate unlatched

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Tell a good story poorly

  not a poor story well

 

Your current raging over

 —all trough laden swells

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)