Famous only to himself,
his legacy waits
A servant of the moment
—time left to abate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Set Free
Honoring our history,
respect must be shown
The present uncertain,
the future unknown
The past our foundation,
the roots to our tree
The key that unlocks us
—our spirits set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Life Below
Not free, not wise, not kind, not loved,
and tethered to the past
Unwilling to admit the truth,
he met his match at last
His Muse had warned time and again,
a reckoning was near
His eyes to close, his voice to mute,
beyond his greatest fear
Unsung, unwanted, lost, alone,
his nights became his days
His abrogation to regret,
the price all sinners pay
If just one chance to then go back,
and take that other road
The dark would pass, the light return
—and end his life below
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Twin Fathers
Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’
virtuoso running free
Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’
his genius at the keys
Tonight inside the ‘Garden,’
time stopped as God decreed
Twin fathers back together
—the ‘Blues’ their history
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Fond Memory\'s Child
My body ages…
as words stay young
Mostly written,
but often sung
Fond memory’s child…
youth starts to rage
All gray outside,
blue-blonde the page
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
To Be
A raging success
or colossal failure
Anything else
—isn’t worth your time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
A Whisper To Shout
Is there an image in your imagery,
a still behind the flask
A spell within the potion,
an answer, question asked
A beginning in your ending line,
a peace that’s worth the bout
A phrase that makes all history shake
—a whisper then to shout
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)