Counting spaces between the notes,
the music came alive
The melody deepened, the band on fire,
all bees have left the hive
Breathing in one fast refrain,
my lungs too full to stop
An Angel melts his pearl baton,
the Sirens blazing hot
New sounds created, harp destroyed,
the clouds all push apart
As heaven waits for one last riff,
—to claim my beating heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Bartered Youth
Hosting my own cocktail party,
I feel as when a child
Looking up, again I’m lost,
among adults wearing smiles
I pour the drinks and carry trays,
and laugh at the right times
But still feel small and unattached
—my bartered youth in mime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
The Charm
With no respect for labels,
dead branches on a tree
Refusing thrice to do the dance,
a worthless reverie
Rejecting their consensus,
all singing to the choir
Each word anew I write in blood
—whose truth I do aspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
The Moment On Fire
Anticipation,
the moment is near
Wishes have settled
—all vision is clear
Anticipation,
your truth ever glows
To light with desire
—this present unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
The Gift
It’s not the money,
and it’s not the fame
The great gift of life
—is life
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Freedom Calls
Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
Frayed lifeline to the temple
—clogged artery that slows
Last thing to hold on to
Last thing to belong to
As wings expand, freedom calls
—finally letting go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)