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)