With distance in his voice,
he traveled on the wind
Guitar case for a saddle,
to ride each beckoning whim
A folk tale left untethered,
his melody to claim
Each song an affirmation
—his legend to refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
With distance in his voice,
he traveled on the wind
Guitar case for a saddle,
to ride each beckoning whim
A folk tale left untethered,
his melody to claim
Each song an affirmation
—his legend to refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Paying the price for a life ill lived,
my spirit torn and scarred
Those things undone, weigh heavy now,
old choices prey and mar
I thought the past behind me sure,
alas, naivete
Each memory loose to track and hunt
—tomorrow’s yesterday
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Moments of clarity stop the clock,
but time rolls on and on
Unrecorded, to stay embedded
in each wish unfulfilled
Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt
that truancy sets free
Returning with the future claimed
—to liberate the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Markets are strong
as bridges crumble
Dividends fly
while highways collapse
Earnings per share
define false adoration
Gift wrapping burns
—on the last empty box
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Sitting neither left nor right
but on the different side of things
Polarity drifts off
like the ending note in a forgotten song
The past and future saying
one final and lasting goodbye
As time becomes a wandering orphan
—and the moment set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Those who betray their dreams
are forever old
Living between denial
—and what might have been
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Will you be the hero
within your own story
Will you marry the present,
dating the future and past
Will your legacy document
your truest intention
Or falsely imply
words abandoned—unheard
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
Science…
explaining away the magic
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
With nothing to offer
but my own confusion,
I wandered through the night
Holding you close
while letting you go,
a darker prophecy claimed the light
The end came too soon,
the beginning was dead,
all connection torn and lost
In the distance to cast
our last lot to goodbye,
redemption—the true cost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Redefining the past
for tomorrow
Memory’s promise
—reimagined again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)