Thrice Denied (+4)

Searching through the forest,

chasing dreams your sleep abandoned

And losing yourself in the mindless

spatial distance

You play two handed poker

with the devil of the night

The Prince holding only one card,

as you gamble it all…

Forever promising:

“This hand will be your ticket out”

He relays his wagered truth,

with a baton of shattered tears

But time recovers,

the present firing upon the night

Hitting it at last dead center,

the debris now quicksand

Drowning the last excuse

of your bloodless past refusals

Salvation now in full retreat,

—all exits thrice denied

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

       Indifference

To inflict on tomorrow,

the empty promises of fate

The will to reign indifferent,

—the devil’s cruelest form of hate

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

For Ever More

 If music is the soul of art,

then what can writing be

Is it the eyes, perhaps the ears,

in printed reverie

Is music the stage whereupon,

all other art encores

For if it is, all words rejoice,

—to sing for ever more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Love's Reality—Unreal

Your lies much more exciting,

than any truth you never told

Stolen moments of pure delight,

a fantasies cuckold

Your touch hides what your eyes cannot,

my dreams you come to steal

Your body moves, your heart lays still,

love’s reality—unreal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

The Ink Is Calling

Suspended moments between the lines,

my mind now lost in space

Sublimated syntax buried deep,

my spirit free to race

The light unfiltered, the sound of horns,

my body starts to rise

The ink is calling, my pen in hand,

new words at last—arrive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)