Switching to off,

  the channel went dead

 

The music silent

  inside my head

 

The repose of angels

  dreams of a child

 

Respite from salvation

  —just for awhile

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Little Lord Fauntleroy

  left to devise

 

His future uncertain

  a past once despised

 

Little Lord Fauntleroy

  his choice lies within

 

To do unto others

  or do unto him

 

Little Lord Fauntleroy,

  escape from these walls

 

The lords and new creatures

  —your legacy calls

 

(Memories Of Jim-Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

In the song of the antelope,

  the Prince heard his Queen

 

Now locked in a convent,

  her beauty unseen

 

The tower still distant,

  its ramparts on guard

 

Just one point of entry

  a hero’s reward

 

The mist in the valley

  her prison unseen

 

Through clouds in the distance

  her pleadings, her screams

 

The miles before him

  twin antlers ahead

 

His future unfolding

  —his destiny wed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The chest is open

  —its treasure exposed

 

The jewels uncounted

  —with riches unknown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Your passion unheard

  —words turn to prayer

 

Wishes now blessings

  —hope in the air

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

“A man’s true spirit can only be forged and replenished

    —in the fire of the unknown.”

 

(Last Line Of Chapter 18 In My Novel ‘Revenge Along The War Trail) …. Published Sept 1, 2016

Leaving room

  for the reader

  to grow within

  what you write

  insures immortality

  connecting your words

  permanently to their

  feelings

  creating a home

  where the meaning

    —can live

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-Hour Documentary: June, 2016)

Art, the DMZ

  between wishes and dreams

 

Escape for the traveler

  —forgotten and lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching The Eagles 3-Hour Documentary: June, 2016)

The sand was hot

  as she came up behind me singing…

 

 “You put the ‘Man’

   back in Romance

               

  “And I’ll put the ‘Lay’

    back in Lady”

 

(Miami Beach Florida: May, 1982)

The creative process

  in a repressed spirit…

 

Its pressure a magnet

  —attracting the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the 3-Hour Eagles Documentary: June, 2016)