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crutch for the unenlightened

 

Support system

for the crippled mind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

My eyes unleash upon the world before me,

where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign

 

These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,

to rise and fall as sun and moon both share

 

The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure,

to trail the one in front and lead the back

 

As cousins of the changing time indenture,

the same but separate lost within themselves

 

(Villanova On Avon: October, 2019)

Virtue when expressive,

deafens bad intention

 

Its voice to live beyond,

excuses and retort

 

A minstrel plays a song unsung,

as sages rise to dance

 

All words rephrased in lyric tones

—the devil mute and gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

A gentle fawn weeps

where God has taken a step

 

The forest his cathedral

—pathway to rebirth

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

Answering with phrases loaned…

a paradox recalled

 

The choices, nouns and pronouns,

all verbs to rise or fall

 

Old questions freed, all doubt besieged,

defined and then dethroned

 

The power in each chosen word,

to borrow—not to own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Is your greatness unendorsed

by godly symbols old and new

 

Is your strength contained and held within,

as broth begets the stew

 

Is your message clear with no defense,

either martial or sublime

 

With freedom at your beck and call

—all stricture cast aside

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

The heartache gone,

but still remembered

 

Its pain

—the shadow of my soul

 

(Dreamsleep: October 10/25/2019)

Can knowledge surpass

a belief you hold true

 

Diametrically prescient

when thrust unto you

 

Is faith but the jailer

of transcendence restrained

 

With truth serving time

—in a captive domain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Do you justify your own beliefs,

to force upon your will

 

Or skip instead the whole charade,

with truth left to distill

 

Do you wander aimless in the night,

in search of what you’ve lost

 

As darkened hallways call you back

—regret the only cost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Woefully, the footlights dim,

the magic fades—the chorus grim

 

A curtain falls as memory fades,

the ending near—one last charade

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)