The Devil’s Luck

You can’t step into the same river twice,

 and have the water be the same


You can’t throw wishes into the wind,

 and recall them time unclaimed


You can’t put a baby back in the womb,

 once the cord of life has been cut


And you can’t change a lie into the truth,

 your intention—the devil’s good luck


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Academia’s Lantern

Formal education,

 requires a fence


With borders to confine,

 and logic intense


Three letters that matter,

 the I, S, and M


Each school suffixed over,

 its member’s defend


Realism, Rationalism,

 Idealism all…


Each name its own failing,

 as verity calls


True thought has no class

 or Academie named


It stands on its own,

 the truth its sole claim


With knowledge in conflict,

 the days turn to night


Academia’s lantern

 —burned out in the fight


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

‘At Bay’

Start looking outside your frame of reference,

  for that which will stand you alone


Stop longing for praise or high endorsement,

  things only borrowed or loaned


Start feeling those words you preach unto others,

   no longer hiding yourself away


Stop blaming the time and the message it brings

  —for those excuses that keep you ‘at bay’


(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)


Transformed Divine

Reading for inspiration

  and not for fact


The words paint a picture

  in my mind


Like dominoes falling

  one by one


Each letter then the next

  so inclined


My fingers enliven

  and start to draw


A vivid story

  new image sublime


All colors reborn

  as each phrase is set free


The ink now transformed

  —and divine


(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)