To Himself (+6)

Famous only to himself,

his legacy waits

 

A servant of the moment

—time left to abate

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

 

 

Set Free

 

Honoring our history,

respect must be shown

 

The present uncertain,

the future unknown

 

The past our foundation,

the roots to our tree

 

The key that unlocks us

—our spirits set free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

Life Below

 

Not free, not wise, not kind, not loved,

and tethered to the past

 

Unwilling to admit the truth,

he met his match at last

 

His Muse had warned time and again,

a reckoning was near

 

His eyes to close, his voice to mute,

beyond his greatest fear

 

Unsung, unwanted, lost, alone,

his nights became his days

 

His abrogation to regret,

the price all sinners pay

 

If just one chance to then go back,

and take that other road

 

The dark would pass, the light return

—and end his life below

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

 

Twin Fathers

 

Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’

virtuoso running free

 

Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’

his genius at the keys

 

Tonight inside the ‘Garden,’

time stopped as God decreed

 

Twin fathers back together

—the ‘Blues’ their history

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) 

 

 

Fond Memory's Child

 

My body ages…

as words stay young

 

Mostly written,

but often sung

 

Fond memory’s child…

youth starts to rage

 

All gray outside,

blue-blonde the page

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

To Be

 

A raging success

or colossal failure

 

Anything else

—isn’t worth your time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

 

 

 

 

A Whisper To Shout

 

Is there an image in your imagery,

a still behind the flask

 

A spell within the potion,

an answer, question asked

 

A beginning in your ending line,

a peace that’s worth the bout

 

A phrase that makes all history shake

—a whisper then to shout

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)