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)
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All standards rescinded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)
If absurdity
is the only reality
Time is the new servant
—to what lies within
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
I buried my memory
in yesterday’s sand
To live in the past
—beyond reprimand
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Alone,
without being lonely
In love,
with the air and the sky
In tune,
with those voices now calling
Released
—and forever to fly
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Walking blind through the corridors
of his imagination
All vision was fleeting
—the truth beyond
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Is your house built out of certainty,
are the walls made thin or stout
Is your mind filled up with questions,
do you live in fear or doubt
Is your spirit free or servile,
is your will unchained or slave
Is your heart the trowel you build with,
and love
—the bricks you lay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)