For those who love the concept of power,
but hate its execution
A raging tiger has just left its cage
—to feed on your confusion
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
From The Muse...
“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)
My Last Etesian
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)
The Ultimate Choice
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)
That Haunting Voice
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)
All Within
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)
For Papa
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)