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)

Money…

  an ungrateful heir

 

Disowning all memory

 —with your ashes still warm

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

When grammar gets in the way

  of the meaning

   —lose the grammar!

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

I dreamed far into the distance

 and found an ocean beyond the sand

 

With no beach around its borders

 no surge upon the land

 

Its depths flow on forever

 no beginning and no end

 

Before its waves my heart to wander

 —within its tide my soul to mend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)