The Boys (+4)

Elegant grunge…

the Rolling Stones

 

(Wembley Stadium: June, 1982)

 

 

Each Voice

 

America’s greatness…

we don’t have to agree

 

In freedom of dissension,

a strong harmony

 

Each voice draws a bowstring

whose arrow flies high

 

Carrying a message

—that liberty buys

 

(Philadelphia Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

 

 

 

Unto Thee

 

One last day to suffer,

as silence endures

 

One new day engendered,

to motion toward

 

A musical seamstress,

to stitch me back whole

 

A lyrical consort,

inscribed to behold

 

Each word as my seed,

to lay fertile the plain

 

Each phrase lost and orphaned,

my spirit reclaims

 

That breath once bespoken,

new hope to set free

 

That voice reawakened

—whose soul unto thee

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

 

 

All Scepters Disowned

 

I don’t bow to money,

I don’t bow to fame

 

I kneel to that one thing,

that time cannot change

 

I don’t speak for right,

and won’t speak for wrong

 

My liege is the truth,

all court jesters gone

 

I don’t hope to be knighted,

my shield more concave

 

And rejecting all title,

the past still enslaved

 

My will lay unbroken,

my heart for a throne

 

A crown jeweled with memory

—all scepters disowned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

Looking Away

 

You won’t get better

with age

 

Or turn more experience

into a higher art

 

By heading back down,

never reaching the apex

 

To where you first started

—your eyes turned away

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: April, 2020)