The Silence Was Death (+3)

Michael attacked the music

but the melody struck back

 

Driving him deeper inside himself

behind the sequence and the mask

 

Silence was death unspoken

and one that only he could hear

 

As the beat became his death knell

—a final moonwalk out of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

 

 

Though Death Be Not Imminent....

 

The dreams of a soldier

lay dead on the ground

 

A warrior’s spirit

his enemy found

 

The battle once over

a new war to find

 

Though death be not imminent

—all sleep to remind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

 

The Stain

 

The price of success is

fame

 

A debt you can never

repay

 

A lien you can never

remove

 

A stain from the past

on today

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

 

 

 

Waiting For The Muse To Come

 

My eyes were diverted

my mind taken back

 

Her presence upon me

her breath an attack

 

There’s no sense in running

with no place to hide

 

Although rare in the daylight

her message alive

 

My pen comes out quickly

and drawn like a sword

 

Each word spoken plainly

and pointed toward

 

My life now a capsule

exploding like hail

 

The light towing blindness

the comets new tail

 

Last phrases are written

my senses return

 

I feel her leave slowly

   my pen it still burns

 

I look down at the page

   to see what I wrote

 

The handwriting foreign

familiar once spoke

 

   “Your life but a dream

   between wisps of my breath

 

   “Once spoken inside you

   beyond life and then death”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)