True palettes of nature,
our souls are reframed by difficult things
The hues growing darker
—forever to color the struggle within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
True palettes of nature,
our souls are reframed by difficult things
The hues growing darker
—forever to color the struggle within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Will there come a time,
not very far off
When all that you have
is what you believe
Will there come a time,
now closer than far
When what you believe
—is all that there is
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Silence
—often the loudest voice of all
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
If you live your life truly,
death walks close behind
There to whisper…
“Time is not on your side”
Your choice pending darkness,
to ignore or befriend
And embrace
—or forever to deny
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
I’ve lived just enough
to die instilled
My history paid
—all debts fulfilled
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Pointing his thumb,
two feet close behind
Direction untethered,
new mountains to climb
Hitching tomorrow,
to yesterdays past
To ride in the present
—each moment to last
(Presbyterian Hospital: October, 2019)
The hidden Angels
of my unconscious mind
Their vision on fire
—all wings flying blind
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
The ultimate indulgence…
blind acceptance
All standards rescinded
—all judgment forlorn
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
You see a wall,
where I see a door
You are imprisoned,
I am implored
You spend your fortune
on relics that burn
I, but a beggar
—last verse heaven earned
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
There’s a voice inside that’s killing me,
slowly day by day
Each line I write, each word I speak
—is paid with time reclaimed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)