It’s a comedy of errors…

  the clowns and actors inside

 

When for two millennia,

 they served to amuse and abide

 

The patriots and righteous

 once made all the laws

 

But now the Halls of Congress 

 by their presence are flawed

 

Through political correctness,

 the blind pretend that they see

 

With our future in peril,

 they laugh at our pleas

 

A carnival sideshow

 they make of the truth

 

As the press and the movies

 back up what’s uncouth

 

They lie in our face

 with the darkest of plans

 

Their excuses in concert

  now leading the band

 

Like the rats in the cellar

 and the bats in the barn

 

To the hills we must drive them

 where they can do no more harm

 

And the power repositioned

 among the brave and the wise

 

Who care first for their country

  —keeping freedom alive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

At eighteen,

 I was ninety percent body

 and ten percent mind

 

   …but over the years that trend has reversed

 

Now,

 I’m ten percent body

 and ninety percent mind

 

   …whose biology Father Time chose to curse

 

My mind

 is now winged

 like a high soaring hawk

 

   …with youth the small price for what’s known

 

All limits

 have lifted

 old burdens have gone

 

   …as my spirit pulls hard to let go

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Withdrawing from the Rat Race,

 my fortune reappeared

 

The fog now gone, all clouds pulled back

  —direction free and clear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Not reliant on your approval,

  I soared to the heavens

 

Not seeking your acceptance,

  I burned past the brightest star

 

Not wanting anything from you,

  I gave myself back to the beginning

 

In need of nothing

  —the devil’s scar

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

The tragedy within the new

  school of ‘thought’ ….

 

To know ‘about’ everything

  —while knowing naught

 

Where universities foster

  professorial demise

 

Poisoning the young

  —with their fantasy and lies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

The better the words

  formed

 

The meaner they

  became

 

       ‘free and alive

       and stirred from the bottom

 

      ‘hidden and denied

       in moments of pain’

 

Taking on new life

  they glare and they scowl

 

Staring back from the mirror

  —my indulgent refrain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Is God a deficiency in

  our character or makeup

 

Do we fill in the vacuum with almighty

  tales of beyond

 

Is the salvation we search for

  there buried deep inside us

 

Do our sermons lay unwritten

 —last devotional unsung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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)