The one answer left to me
is captured in verse
Old roadmap destroyed
old play unrehearsed
The light becomes blocked
as it shines from without
Its story an old one
its warmth left in doubt
The road to this moment
paved over in verse
Its bedrock a question
an inner rebirth
My eyes closing tightly
the last chant has begun
Past-future in ruins
as within—I become
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
Poet
Prince without lineage
King without a throne
Master without servants
Lover of that unknown
Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine
Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes
Reason, when excuses falter
Questioner, when answers fail
Link between the seasons
—first breath a baby wails
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Wanting Only To Rhyme
Before I could return to writing prose,
verse took my pen by decree
Days fully structured and measured on end
but tonight
—words yearned to be free
The stories cerebral, their words bellicose
new plots marching forward in time
With a story inscribed for others, not I,
my true voice
—wanting only to rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Another Look
Another day with a voice
—one more glimpse into forever
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Hell Upon Earth
The livery on fire
its horses set free
Misery beckons
the future to bleed
The gates are broke open
all streets painted red
Death has awakened
life dragged from its bed
One bugle is left
blowing perdition’s melee
All swords are unsheathed,
terror sharpens dismay
Tomorrow unpromised
today but a curse
The monster has cometh
—a hell upon earth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)