Are you hiding inside your writing,
making it impossible to see what you mean
Camouflaged words based on muddled intent,
to confound, confuse, or mislead
Is it cryptic or gibberish in nature,
your attempt to impress with your scheme
Are your words still unlived as you write them all down
—unpurposed and left unredeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
“Dying is a wild night
and a new road”
Then
Darkness is passion untamed
—on a highway to hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
What every man would like to say,
and every woman like to hear
What every moment would then embrace
—released to so endear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
“Past moments segmented euphoric,
notebook in the back of my jeans”
It used to be a pocketed feeling,
today it’s the air that I breathe
They used to visit when I would invite them,
now they’re my shadow unseen
Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,
to inspire, enthrall—and redeem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
The incarnation of silence,
sound without tone
Words embody in the night
—crying to be known
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
If you live long enough…
those things you missed
will again return
No longer wrapped
in layers of disguise
But flying on spirit wings
the Archangels have endowed
Bequeathed
to the morning’s sunrise
—your exiting dawn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
The imagery of experience,
the magic of verse
Each word bought and paid for
—to bless or to curse
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: 1971)
‘With Jerry Jeff Walker At The Main Point’
You can’t argue or reason
your way
into transcendence
Sinking deeper
with each formula drawn
—and truism proclaimed
(Wayne Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
The drum beat of eternity
—keeper of the dream
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: June, 2006)
Life,
forever promising more
Death
—its own reward
(Bangkok, Thailand: January, 2009)
