Within the depths of all I fear,
a voice holds me at bay
And clears a path, my soul to roam,
to stumble on its way
The darkness lures, a light unshone,
new words to keep me strong
As legend steals what fact denies
—beyond all right or wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Musical and painted phrases,
dance around my memory
Reds and Blues and vivid Gold’s,
rush across my bridge of dreams
Colors streak into the sky,
their song a magic portrait
Clouds chanting in vibrant hues
—as the light sings palette free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) On-Line 3/17/2017
The Genie is now out of the bottle,
and referred to as ‘The Net’
Where hackers are countries unto themselves,
empowered worldwide—great threats
Able to intrude and disrupt at will,
weaving a new kind of hell
With privacy raped and freedom attacked
—barraged, our future imperiled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Death courting life…
inextricably entwined
Most star crossed of lovers
their hatred of time
Death courting life…
new beginning at the end
Last promise to make
—final message to send
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Poets and Bullfighters,
death to uncage
The truth between horns,
eternity’s rage
One thrust entitled,
mortality damned
Life springs eternal
—the sword leaves your hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Poetry is a journey…
each word life’s misstep
When placing them together,
one voice binds and sets
Its map inside a puzzle,
to point beyond the wind
A road that’s never ending
—all travelers within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
From deep in the shadows of Tin Pan Alley,
the Sage called out my name
With a voice that haunted and eyes concealed
—she made her only claim
(New York City: West 28thStreet- March 2017)
Living as if already dead,
his words new
That morning he first understood,
the verse flew
The closer he got to the edge,
the deeper his voice
That day he fell over himself
—the ultimate choice
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Forty years a Poet,
sixty years a man
Calling to me distant,
my last Etesian
Time at best deceptive,
a trinity of masks
Present truth accepted,
the one not first or last
Drums now beating softly,
their rhythm stills my heart
My spirit free to chase the wind
—this world I now depart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
“Abuse yourself if you must My Son,
but you are never to mistreat your words
“Untainted they connect your feelings and thoughts
—your true legacy still unheard”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
