Through the eye of the needle

Not to the left or the right

Dodging both on the comets tail

I streak into the light

My last wish out in front

As words melt in a fiery contrail

And with only one question

To weaken my heart

With only one thing to know

The seasons entwine

All beanstalks are felled

With the exit signs all aglow

I crash through the doubt

Releasing new hope

My affirmation now to reign

And look ever further

Beyond my scope

As my senses become untrained

I feel the loose pieces

Start to come off

A new lightness now abounds

The last burden has lifted

Burning bright in my wake

Crossing over—turned around

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Living without the need

  for either love or hate

And immune to the emptiness

  of which so many talk

I marvel at the effects

  they both instill and extract

As my mind understands in concept

  —what my heart denies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Democracy is messy,

  thank God that it’s not

Tyranny once embedded,

  all freedom is lost

No liberty for the indentured,

  conscription for thought

Free speech for the patriots

   —no matter the cost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

My eyes explode,

  within the beauty of your image

My ears implode,

  within the magic of your words

My mind expands,

  within the thought of you inside me

My heart ignites

   —within the fire of your love

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016 )

I believe in Jesus

  I believe in Buddha

I believe in Crazy Horse

  —divinity shared

I believe in grace

  I believe in enlightenment

I believe in tomorrow

  —the promise it bears

I believe in man’s ability

  to rise above his nature

Religion a jailer

  —its lies befall

I believe our sacred freedom

  lives within a solemn choice

To become the living embodiment

  —of that voice who calls

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

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    (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Are you technically perfect,

  but spiritually weak

Are your words so well crafted,

  your soul cannot speak

Are your rhythms unmetered,

  your feelings unrhymed

Are you stuck in a format,

  that kills the sublime

Do your stanzas all end,

  their beginnings destroyed

Does your summation grieve,

  its parts overjoyed

Can you escape sophistry,

  your craft turned to art

Can you risk all rejection

   —to create with your heart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

I reject all your religion,

  in favor of myself

Those spewing virtues dogma,

  often kill, with little felt

I reject your revelation,

  with the truth inside my heart

I surrender your salvation,

  from your guilt I live apart

I challenge your commitment,

  when the road gets hard and long

The good intentions you submit,

  Hell’s words without a song

I reject all faith in platitudes,

and your threats—both veiled and not

I refuse to live in servitude,

 and tied to what we’re not

I will reach inside the goodness,

  born to each and every man

I will choose to see the wonder,

  of those souls who say “I can”

And as I look beyond tomorrow,

  to that place we call today

I will live in thanks for who I am,

  —and not to whom you pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Yesterday proves…

  “There is no science, to Political Science”

(Election Day: November 8, 2016)

Can you purchase tomorrow,

  with yesterday’s wage

Can you eliminate sorrow,

  still carrying your rage

Can you call out the answer,

  with the question at bay

Can you set a reminder,

  while forgetting your way

Can this moment unchosen,

  be the instant that lasts

Can a heart still unbroken,

  survive memories past

Can the choices you’ve made,

  set the world all ablaze

Can you harness the fire

  —to ignite and amaze

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)