Perdition Assured (5)

You try to mask your given voice

in what’s perverse and then profane

 

But truth speaks only for itself,

your costume tattered-seamstress blamed

 

This great parade, a grand charade,

your song a flattened chord

 

Its final line to seal your fate,

—perdition now assured

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Freedom Deserts

 

Chasing the crown,

Sitting the throne,

—opposed

 

Pursuit once free,

Capture enslaves,

—jailer demands

 

Clipping one wing,

Grounding the wish,

—motion censored

 

Weight pushing down,

Hope abandoned,

—freedom deserts

 

(Strafford Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

When It's Cold

 

I want to die
in the winter,
—when it’s cold

With the reality
of being alive, stronger,
—than all fantasy of being

Where branches 
break crisply,
—like a soul in decision

And the wind carrying away 
on its distance,
—all strength and pain

I want to die 
in the winter,
—when its cold 

(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)

 

 

The Future To Share

 

No one reads it,

more reason to write it

 

No one understands,

or seems to care

 

No one reads it,

the verse sits muted

 

Not to abandon,

—the future to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Ashes Cry

 

My tongue inspired,

   words despised

 

The page on fire,

—ashes cry

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Wings Of A Prayer

 

A song more than a verse,

thoughts more than they say

 

A wish lost in the fall,

recaptured in May

 

Love more than a feeling,

all heaven to share

 

Last word redelivered,

—on wings of a prayer

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)