In the end…

all we have left

is the music

 

And music,

will be

more than enough

 

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Poetry and Political Correctness

—the ultimate Oxymoron

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

With eyes that see and ears that hear,

but hearts that look away

 

Each child unkept—all life bereft,

to rue these mournful days

 

(Children’s Hospital Of Philadelphia: March, 2020)

The Country Club of walking death,

calls out across the ferns

 

The 1^st hole starts with pain unmatched,

its traps to flame and burn

 

The 9^th hole calls you back to life,

just to send you down again

 

The 14^th hole, a dismal swamp,

your demons there within

 

The 18^th hole where soul’s are judged,

double bogeyed with a six

 

The clubhouse dark, your blood trail marked

—devil carrying your sticks

 

 

                (Overbrook Golf Club: March, 2020)

Joni said…

“If I tell you what the song is about,

it won’t be about you anymore”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

‘Watching Joni Mitchell On AXS’

Debiting the bank of time

—your dream my breath withdraws

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

God made me a man…

the devil a poet

 

To argue with the Almighty

of his methods and plan

 

God made me a mortal,

but divinely inspired

 

Two feet on the ground

—flaming the fan

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

A river is but a witness,

to what lay along its banks

 

Carrying forth transcendent dreams,

flowing stillness, giving thanks

 

A river travels onward,

while buried in its wake

 

The current freeing motion’s form

—offering escape

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Can you remember the present,

or only the past

 

And what of the future,

clairvoyant at last

 

Are the walls artificial

and the boundaries lame

 

Is time only mental

—perception to change

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

You can’t go back

—to where you’ve never been

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)