The newly armed Prophet,
his heart beating strong
An old disarmed Sage,
living futile and long
If words could bring victory,
the benign would then reign
But vows must be forged
with steel edges of pain
Intentions when noble,
bearing witness to fact
That for change to bring truth
—must the wise man attack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Behind closed eyes,
the future still to mourn
Grieving in a blinded state
—orphans left unborn
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Indentured as servants,
and not as our masters
Words are conscripted
—their meanings enslaved
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Kiss me once more lovingly,
than you have kissed before
Tell me that our love is shared,
and one plus one is four
Kiss me once more lovingly,
with time our hearts denied
As death abates, new dreams await
—forever’s wish to hide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
I’m back from war without my soul,
having pawned it on the field
Among the dead and buried dreams,
whose futile prayers concealed
I wonder where my spirit hides,
as I sleep these endless hours
With day as night and night as day,
in loneliness devoured
My mind goes back to search the graves,
old enemies inside
And calls my name into the dark
—reclaiming every lie
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Caught inside a memory,
with flashbacks of desire
Your scent returns as lightning
—my heart a copper wire
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
If you’re not ready to kill the lion
—never stalk its trail
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Knowing only
what your path has shown
—so little have you learned
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Entropy evaporating
into itself
Birthing an ending
—singular truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Tribute To Stephen Hawking October, 2020)
Reaching through the Biosphere,
I touched the hand of God
Who turned me around and pushed me back,
inside my inner pod
Letting me go with these final words,
transcending into self…
“Your search is to end where you began
—your heart and mind to meld”
(The Book Of Prayers: October, 2020)
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