Literary Achilles

 writer of the sword

 

Legions cry

 chariots fly

 

 —blood in every word

 

(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

Crossing over

 to what most would call good

 

My feelings inline

 my words understood

 

No chair or wip

 do the verses require

 

All teeth now removed

 in fear of your ire

 

Crossing over

 to what some would proclaim

 

The lines neatly ordered

 with nothing profane

 

Those tight little smiles

 they clap and they cheer

 

Words lost of all meaning

  —truth farther than near

 

(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

Things beyond description

Deemed poetic lay….

‘A golden oak

On an October day’

‘The perfect form

Of a cresting wave’

‘The laughter of toddlers

As they run and play’

‘A Mozart concerto

 —in its timeless way’

 

(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

A captive of his genius

And prisoner of his insight

The Jester played New York

Like a fiddler on the run

The truth always just a step

Ahead or behind his perception

The music caught in between

Like an opera singer’s pause for breath

‘The Times Were A Changing’

 —and he was left forever wondering why

 

(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today is for the living

 fate yet to take its toll

 

The reaper’s threats lie cold and bare

 when not yet on his roll

 

Life belongs to those who bleed

 with joy and pain redressed

 

The will to live—Your love to give

 those things denied to death

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Are you the hero

  of a recurring dream

 

Or the victim

  of a life undone

 

Are you the ambassador

  for all you esteem

 

Or a fugitive

 —a soul on the run

 

Are you a real friend

  beyond trial and strife

 

Whose allegiance

  now stalwart defends

 

Are you the true master

  of all your desires

 

Or the ghost

 —of what sleep can’t befriend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

His bravery inspired

  a hero defiled

 

By one of his own

  whose spirit disowned

 

All memory attacks

  what never came back

 

   ‘from a war beyond

    winning or losing’

 

The best of the best

  too early to rest

 

His brothers in arms

  —his first choosing

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Is Poetics

  a poem or a process

 

Is Love

  a lover or romance

 

Is Art

 a painting or a vision

 

Is Worship

  a place or deliverance

 

Is Freedom

  a word or a statement

 

Is Family

  just blood that we share

 

Is Duty

  an oath or vocation

 

Is Truth

  just a wish—undeclared

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Is heaven where you live out

  your dreams

 

Those fond wishes life never

  allowed

 

Is eternity that place

  not yet seen

 

Where you awaken

—a high flying cloud

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Smiling to himself…

Again, he had fallen in love

Amazed at the moment

A line crossed, forever blurred

 

Laughing inside…

His humanity back on display

All doubts ignited

Old embers near extinguished

 —on fire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)