Michael attacked the music
but the melody struck back
Driving him deeper inside himself
behind the sequence and the mask
Silence was death unspoken
and one that only he could hear
As the beat became his death knell
—a final moonwalk out of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
Though Death Be Not Imminent....
The dreams of a soldier
lay dead on the ground
A warrior’s spirit
his enemy found
The battle once over
a new war to find
Though death be not imminent
—all sleep to remind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
The Stain
The price of success is
fame
A debt you can never
repay
A lien you can never
remove
A stain from the past
on today
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
Waiting For The Muse To Come
My eyes were diverted
my mind taken back
Her presence upon me
her breath an attack
There’s no sense in running
with no place to hide
Although rare in the daylight
her message alive
My pen comes out quickly
and drawn like a sword
Each word spoken plainly
and pointed toward
My life now a capsule
exploding like hail
The light towing blindness
the comets new tail
Last phrases are written
my senses return
I feel her leave slowly
my pen it still burns
I look down at the page
to see what I wrote
The handwriting foreign
familiar once spoke
“Your life but a dream
between wisps of my breath
“Once spoken inside you
beyond life and then death”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)