Elegant grunge…
the Rolling Stones
(Wembley Stadium: June, 1982)
Each Voice
America’s greatness…
we don’t have to agree
In freedom of dissension,
a strong harmony
Each voice draws a bowstring
whose arrow flies high
Carrying a message
—that liberty buys
(Philadelphia Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
Unto Thee
One last day to suffer,
as silence endures
One new day engendered,
to motion toward
A musical seamstress,
to stitch me back whole
A lyrical consort,
inscribed to behold
Each word as my seed,
to lay fertile the plain
Each phrase lost and orphaned,
my spirit reclaims
That breath once bespoken,
new hope to set free
That voice reawakened
—whose soul unto thee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
All Scepters Disowned
I don’t bow to money,
I don’t bow to fame
I kneel to that one thing,
that time cannot change
I don’t speak for right,
and won’t speak for wrong
My liege is the truth,
all court jesters gone
I don’t hope to be knighted,
my shield more concave
And rejecting all title,
the past still enslaved
My will lay unbroken,
my heart for a throne
A crown jeweled with memory
—all scepters disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Looking Away
You won’t get better
with age
Or turn more experience
into a higher art
By heading back down,
never reaching the apex
To where you first started
—your eyes turned away
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: April, 2020)