The greatest Poem I ever wrote…
the one I just laid down
The one to last a thousand years
deep in the lost and found
With words familiar, feelings stained
in blood from echoes past
My pen left bleeding on its page
—as quietude repasts
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
A ticket lay there waiting
untold riches bye and bye
The Powerball on Wednesday
buying freedom with its lies
All barriers seemed broken through
the world at your command
Perspective dying, hopes run wild
control spun out of hand
The numbers tell the story
but the payoff tells the tale
Be careful what you wish for
—as the raindrops turn to hail
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
There’s a level above choice
where the answers are clear
The options there vanish
yes or no disappears
Beyond wishing and hoping
something less—something more
All time but a servant
—slave to light evermore
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
The night retreats in silence,
as daylight rules the fray
Darkness reigns the past goodbye
this moment not a dream
The present all we’re given
the future lies astray
Repeating truth inside itself
—one time forever means
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Each breath gets me closer,
as the past moves away
With choices much clearer,
turning night into day
One meaning unchosen,
its Angel benign
Forever most willing
—last doubt now divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Feeding on my hunger
the days were longer still
That yet to come and still undone
left victim to my will
Starvation my horizon
its emptiness on fire
Unending pangs my souls repast
—a famine to inspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Honing the blade of life’s
greatest adventure
The edges were sharp
with the meaning inspired
It shaved like a razor
as days became short
The last cut the deepest
—left wounded and free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
To worship everything
and value nothing
An ego’s adulation
—the soul despairs
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Micromanaged children
in a micromanaged world
The I’s all dotted, T’s all crossed
lost within the swirl
Each cup seemed overflowing
empty spaces void and null
All time and place for life’s surprise
—now victim to its toll
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Waiting to seize a moment
I knew would never come
The visions passed like storm clouds
deception on the run
The light was all around me
as I stood there in the dark
The shadows of misguided fear
—my path forever marked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
An Anthology Of Perception 