The Devil’s Luck

You can’t step into the same river twice,

 and have the water be the same

 

You can’t throw wishes into the wind,

 and recall them time unclaimed

 

You can’t put a baby back in the womb,

 once the cord of life has been cut

 

And you can’t change a lie into the truth,

 your intention—the devil’s good luck

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Academia’s Lantern

Formal education,

 requires a fence

 

With borders to confine,

 and logic intense

 

Three letters that matter,

 the I, S, and M

 

Each school suffixed over,

 its member’s defend

 

Realism, Rationalism,

 Idealism all…

 

Each name its own failing,

 as verity calls

 

True thought has no class

 or Academie named

 

It stands on its own,

 the truth its sole claim

 

With knowledge in conflict,

 the days turn to night

 

Academia’s lantern

 —burned out in the fight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

‘At Bay’

Start looking outside your frame of reference,

  for that which will stand you alone

 

Stop longing for praise or high endorsement,

  things only borrowed or loaned

 

Start feeling those words you preach unto others,

   no longer hiding yourself away

 

Stop blaming the time and the message it brings

  —for those excuses that keep you ‘at bay’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

Transformed Divine

Reading for inspiration

  and not for fact

 

The words paint a picture

  in my mind

 

Like dominoes falling

  one by one

 

Each letter then the next

  so inclined

 

My fingers enliven

  and start to draw

 

A vivid story

  new image sublime

 

All colors reborn

  as each phrase is set free

 

The ink now transformed

  —and divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)