The Puppeteers Strings

What if our reasoned language

  can’t provide any answers

 

 —what if time isn’t real

 

What if the thoughts that we have

   are embedded distractions

 

 —what if reflection conceals

 

What if the feelings engendered

 are like puppeteers strings

 

 —what if truth doesn’t dance

 

What if the past and tomorrow

  are death to the moment

 

 —what if it’s all just a trance

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Re-Armored

Worry and strife

 never really leave

 

They just change

 direction and form

 

When one plant’s watered

  another wilts

 

Your heart no longer safe

  once torn

 

Trouble that’s papered

 over with wealth

 

Set fire

 by money and fame

 

Is a sadness you try

 so hard to lose

 

Hiding re-armored

 —and waits to reclaim

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Two-Roads

Desperate choices

 and dead end roads

 

One sign pointing left

 the other right

 

Each choice a trap

  where vision smolders

 

Each choice a trap

  its decision charred

 

Two roads on fire

  the truth igniting

 

Two roads on fire

 —where freedom burns

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Beyond Time Allowed

My job is to make the unlikely happen

 my passion driven to embrace the bliss

 

My vocation seeks to find the answers

 my avocation wanders—soul remiss

 

My intellect bargains away the hours

 my spirit embraces each moment now

 

My story when told is about the journey

  that road I traveled—beyond time allowed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)