My Fate Unsecured

Overspending the bulk

  of my temporal capital

 

Hourly deficits climb

  and pile into notes

 

Debts I’ll never repay

  stored in vaults I can’t find

 

Words lying uncashed,

  as I write overdrawn  

   

Pledging to go back

  and re-sign what’s untendered

 

 I’m unforgiven—overdue,

   my fate unsecured

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

My Will On Fire

Each time when it almost mattered,

  it mattered not that much

 

Old feeling’s hijacked and held for ransom

  memories cold and stuck

 

But the day when it really mattered,

  my heart was set on fire

 

My will unfrozen and left to sear

   —in a burning hot desire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

From The Heavens Sent

My spirit will never truly die

  as words continue to give

 

My body once committed to sky

  my soul forever to live

 

Voices I’ve carried inside for so long

  now a chorus of octaves set free

 

The songs they sing from the heavens sent

  ever heartened, enchanted—decreed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

The True Meaning

My ancestors were all very simple men,

  so I could be more than that

 

They taught me early and taught me true

  what was special—and then to give back

 

These fathers now sit at my spiritual feast,

  true giants of a forthcoming age

 

And as I write down the words, I am reminded again

   —of the true meaning of being a Sage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Worst Of All

You can’t

Or you won’t…

The result is the same

 

The difference

Decision,

And it’s yours once again

 

You can’t

Or you won’t…

Chief excuse of the small

 

When you won’t

Then you can’t

  —and the won’t worst of all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015