Each word cutting through
ten pounds of flesh…
The Muse
—killing me with her love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Unwritten Prisoners
Like spontaneous combustion,
the words exploded
Molten lyrics erupting
from the great unknown
Their only warning…
trepidation inside the reluctant
and unsettled heart
Their solemn promise…
to free the unwritten prisoners
of confusion and doubt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Saint Joan
All males undone
by the Lady Son
The trumpets blared
her fire
An Earl first came
her wrath unchained
To Charles
her heart aspired
All kingdom come
to face Lady Son
But to hell
their souls were laid
As her legend grew
and from banners flew
The name Joan
—all hearts to pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Alone In The Twilight
Are those thoughts you put in
what I once valued more
Or would what I put out
be the end winning score
Did I need your ears
for my voice to become whole
Or would I rather them deafened
words deep in my soul
In my twenties your opinion
carried some weight
In my thirties I listened
but asked you to wait
In my forties I turned
and walked slowly away
Now alone in the twilight
—to carry the day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Don\'t Bother
With subconscious desire
my blood pressure on fire
And the needle ready to break
through the glass
I try to calm down
as the muse rises and shouts…
“Don’t
—even bother to ask”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
In The Dark
Education was meant
to provide the tools
Not to build the
house
Colleges wounded by
‘enlightened’ fools
Where by deception
truth has bled out
Young minds are
now lost
At a very great
cost
To a system
rigged from the start
And for grades they will
kneel
With all verity
concealed
Mindlessly searching for their
next class
—in the dark
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Dumbstruck
The University rustler’s aim
herding and stealing…
hot irons from within
Professorial larcenous B.S. campaign
letters branded
to deceive and convince
The doctor licentiate
disguised as Jesse James
his gang riding shotgun up top
If they ever tally up all the things
they’ve unlearned, they will shoot
at each other—dumbstruck
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Fire & Rain
Shrinking immortality into
the moment
Ignoring the impostors
—future and past
Inhaling eternity’s thunder
with every breath
Breathing out
—fire and rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The Pathway Home
If you can take your own
breath away
—and the breath of others
You will live in a world of
magic and dreams
—the shortest pathway home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Everything But Love
Using words
only borrowed
—but not owned
Wearing clothes
stolen from a Mime
—not my own
I placed a token
metaphor
inside a pictureless frame
Giving you everything
but love
—time and again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
To See, Hear, Feel, And Love
Do you need to open your eyes
to see?
Do you need to have the words spoken
to hear?
Do you need to pierce beneath the skin
to feel?
Do you need to first understand
—to love?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The Wonder Of It All
Where science ends,
poetry begins
The wonder of it all
—questioned again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Beyond Her Shield
Using me as a weapon
and not a shield
The Muse would
parry and thrust
Attacking with a message
that wouldn’t yield
She prowled my light hours
in disgust
The sword of my fathers
hers by right
To ensure
tonight’s salvation
Collapsing the moment
reversing my sight
Each cut
a revelation
All time was dead
its hours uncast
As she thundered out a
mystery
Her lightning destroying
all futures past
My soul
—in forced recovery
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Gertrude.com
The Lost Generation
now lost online
Paris, a web of postings
Its cafes are fed
fresh verses unread
—new Seines left overflowing
(Montmartre Paris: March, 2009)