Calling Inward

Are your wishes scribed in combat,

  are your hopes relined with pain

 

Is your motion found still wanting

  as you climb the stairs again

 

Are your words now of this moment,

  is your verse free and sincere

 

Are your feelings calling inward

  —from a heart that’s yearning dear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Can You

Can you separate your art

  from your politics

 

Can you separate the temporal

  from the divine

 

Can you separate the excuses

  from the reasons

 

Can you separate purpose

  from those wasted times

 

Can you separate your vocation

  and avocation

 

Can you separate curiosity

  from true insight

 

Can you separate your duty 

  from convenience

 

Can you separate the darkness

 —from the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Last Domino

To change one word and rock the world

   a new verse dancing free

 

Its weight unmeasured, breadth untold

  whose key unlocks the dream

 

The bottle open, the genie gone

  last domino to fall

 

One word pulled out or inserted in

 —new meaning to enthrall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

When The Ink Still Runs

 

Are we truly masters

  of the word

 

Are we really in charge

  of what gets heard

 

Are we truly finished

  at periods end

 

Are we really past the point

 of starting again

 

Are we truly out of sync

  or out of time

 

Are we really tired

  of questioning why

 

Are we truly silent

  if that next breath comes

 

Are we really alone

 —when the ink still runs

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)