Writing outside the body,

in the control room of the mind

 

The blueprints of our D.N.A.,

left for me to find

 

The root cause of the madness,

‘where thoughts and feelings meet’

 

No blood yet spilled, no demons killed,

free will lay sound asleep

 

The choices raw and waiting,

to be right but often wrong

 

My pen writes down today’s decree,

in the lyrics of a song…

 

“With eyes on fire you’ll see your way

through darkness that belies

 

“While remembering the sanctity,

this womb did once provide

 

“Decide with what I now endow,

your heart, and not your head

 

“To faith proclaim, yourself ordained

—and love your soul to wed”

 

(Rosemont College: March, 2020)

Moments in the present,

hours in the past,

wishes in the future

—none of them to last

 

Seduction by the penny,

heartbreak by the pound,

rivers flowing memory

—waterfalls abound

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

 

 

Who you are

and

What you are

and

Where your are

and

When you are

  is

 Why you are

  and

 All you are

  and

 All you are

      and…

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

To love, to hate,

fruition waits

 

Which mood describes,

which mood defies

 

Those things you feel,

 those things you say

 

Before tomorrow

—beyond today

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Will you die,

pretending to be someone you’re not

 

Will you live,

defending that someone you are

 

Will you remember

the last thing you tried to forget

 

Will you return

—to begin a new ending again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

My words are a saxophone,

my phrases a drum

 

My stanzas a keyboard,

my rhyming a gun

 

The Muse is my bullet,

the readers a shield

 

The darkness my target

—its bullseye revealed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

“The Wicked Flee When None Pursueth,”

proverbs tells us so

 

The righteous stay in judgment’s light,

to harvest what’s been sown

 

Those prodigal delinquent souls,

that life has cast astray

 

Walk free the line tween right and wrong

—till fate will have its say

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Letter to letter once estranged,

they mate in open air

 

Copulants of a thought unloved,

 vowels conceived in pairs

 

An alphabetic orgy,

the first word falls in place

 

Darkness changing into light

—all silence to replace

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Does memory store from front to back,

or more like side to side

 

Do childhood dreams seem closer now,

than yesterdays goodbye

 

Does memory scorn all month and year,

a dimension of its own

 

Remembering best what matters most

—defying time enthroned

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Is the fire escape of love

still open

does it go both up and down

will it rescue you from the flames

of possession

promising only exit

never refuge from the heat

Is the iron railing molten

as you step out on the landing

is the air too hot to breathe

as you take that one look back

is the smoke

a cloud that follows

your feet melting into sorrow

is that voice you’re hearing through the blaze

—the love you’re running to or from

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)