You may not cross the darkness,

the morning light unfound

 

The promise of tomorrow

—today is shining proud

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

I was perfectly happy,

a singular chime

 

I was perfectly happy,

alone in my mind

 

I was perfectly happy,

my world underscored

 

I was perfectly happy,

my feelings secure

 

I was perfectly happy,

adrift in my world

 

I was perfectly happy,

no feeling’s unfurled

 

I was perfectly happy,

till one fateful day

 

Now misery haunts me

—in love I must stay

 

(West Philadelphia: June, 2018)

Demanding possession…

nine tenths of the law

 

Last bone to fight over

—its marrow still raw

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

Be it good or then bad…

defined after the fact

 

Acceptance—rejection,

a dog or a cat

 

The goals of Centurions,

or those of a Priest

 

Different agendas,

a moveable feast

 

Be it virtue or vice,

their adherents will claim

 

Then shout from the rafters,

 to freely rename

 

But in for a penny,

or out for a pound

 

A lasting consensus

—will never be found

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

 

 

 

The newly armed Prophet,

his heart beating strong

 

An old disarmed Sage,

living futile and long

 

If words could bring victory,

the benign would then reign

 

But vows must be forged

 with steel edges of pain

 

Intentions when noble,

bearing witness to fact

 

That for change to bring truth

—must the wise man attack

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

Behind closed eyes,

the future still to mourn

 

Grieving in a blinded state

—orphans left unborn

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

Indentured as servants,

and not as our masters

 

Words are conscripted

—their meanings enslaved

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

Kiss me once more lovingly,

than you have kissed before

 

Tell me that our love is shared,

and one plus one is four

 

Kiss me once more lovingly,

with time our hearts denied

 

As death abates, new dreams await

—forever’s wish to hide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

I’m back from war without my soul,

having pawned it on the field

Among the dead and buried dreams,

whose futile prayers concealed

I wonder where my spirit hides,

as I sleep these endless hours

With day as night and night as day,

in loneliness devoured

My mind goes back to search the graves,

old enemies inside

And calls my name into the dark

—reclaiming every lie

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

Caught inside a memory,

with flashbacks of desire

 

Your scent returns as lightning

—my heart a copper wire

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)