If doing what’s right and winning
could only be the same
Our world would strike the final match
—all politics in flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
If doing what’s right and winning
could only be the same
Our world would strike the final match
—all politics in flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
My Mother called out to me,
I had to come
To the depths of Her longing
my spirit would run
From four thousand feet,
She cried clear and loud
And as Her first born,
I rushed downward and proud
From the Canadian Rockies,
my destiny ran
Through Glacier and Yellowstone
where all time began
At Page Her arms opened
pulling me in
And She welcomed my rapids
to baptize again
Reborn in the current
of Their unbroken dream
She shouted my name
the past-future redeemed
My intention now raging,
my soul shared with Them
She asked of my Father,
Her words formed the wind
I said, “He is sleeping,”
His tears for you melt
His promise now drained,
His love greatly felt
Her heart pounding furious,
Her depths I now fill
Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
The questions more insightful
than the answers
The feelings more human
than the thoughts
The reasons more truthful
than the excuses
The beginning more important
than the end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Depravity’s eye
looking at you
Depravity’s eye
piercing straight through
Depravity’s eye
asking for more
Depravity’s eye
destiny’s whore
Depravity’s eye
calls deeply within
Depravity’s eye
the wage of all sin
Depravity’s eye
the price you must pay
Depravity’s eye
—for all that you say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Is it ever enough,
will it ever be enough
Today grieving for tomorrow
—all truth in the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Nerve ending fuse
emotional dynamite
The spark of betrayal
—lit by a friend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
The harder I fight,
the stronger they wield
The sharper their knives
the thicker my shield
The louder their shouts
the deeper my scream
Reality theirs
—all time but a dream
The moment they chose,
my spirit was gone
Their words uninvited
dead verse to a song
That plays a reunion
a reckoning of sorts
Whose lyrics birth silent
—as curses abort
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Purity weds corruption
a marriage unrhymed
An Angel having fallen
—damnation defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Between the lines
You read my story
The pain I felt
You washed in glory
New letters rose
The words reformed
As Angel’s marched
With time forlorn
On Satan’s grave
A vesper bell
Salvation rings
—all lies in hell
(Philadelphia Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Hiding inside the written page,
reality slipped away
Buried inside a meaning deep,
its wolves were kept at bay
With feelings ablaze, all answers are torched
a bonfire at the gate
New questions enshrined, false promises burned
with ash to mark the way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)