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)