The miles I’ve walked,
the verses I’ve rhymed
The demons I’ve fought,
the mountains I’ve climbed
Each word as a sword,
its meaning a shield
To ward off the darkness
—and never to yield
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
The miles I’ve walked,
the verses I’ve rhymed
The demons I’ve fought,
the mountains I’ve climbed
Each word as a sword,
its meaning a shield
To ward off the darkness
—and never to yield
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
Contradiction…
a mortal trap
Looking forward,
while looking back
Direction frozen,
a timeless clock
To chime above
—life’s paradox
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
Self awareness,
freedom’s chain
Mirrored judgment,
harbored pain
Descarte’s premise,
inside out
To know oneself
—eternal doubt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
Rushing into the arms of time…
embracing eternity
Making love to the moment
—its destiny mine
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
It’s 2:00 a.m. in the darkness,
and I’m lost in who I am
The night little comfort against a dawn,
that waits for me again
It’s 2:00 a.m. in reflection,
the past chasing a future dream
All memory conjoined, controverted,
the morning—sight unseen
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
Victory is a song unwritten,
whose words beget the score
With truth in play, all time relayed,
past battles, future wars
Yesterday winless, tomorrow tied,
the moment zero sum
The hour prescient, each second dear
—glory still unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Is your pathway to Heaven now structured,
with words that your verse seeks to pray
Is your stairway straight up or diverted,
remittance and debts to repay
Is your meaning construed or verbatim,
intention set free of this world
Is your love what was given or taken
—your heart ill at ease or unfurled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Be in awe of yourself,
ever struck with delight
Gift wrapping your thoughts,
in the goodness of life
Treasure the memories,
letting go of the pain
Releasing the wonder
—as Heaven proclaimed
(High Point North Carolina: April, 2017)
If Art
is our connection to the senses
Then Poetry
is our connection to the soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Labels…
crutch for the unenlightened
Support system
for the crippled mind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)