To start at the front,

before the beginning

 

Just to finish arear

—in back of oneself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

True palettes of nature,

our souls are reframed by difficult things

 

The hues growing darker

—forever to color the struggle within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Will there come a time,

not very far off

 

When all that you have

is what you believe

 

Will there come a time,

now closer than far

 

When what you believe

—is all that there is

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

 

 

 

 

Silence

—often the loudest voice of all

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

If you live your life truly,

death walks close behind

 

There to whisper…

“Time is not on your side”

 

Your choice pending darkness,

to ignore or befriend

 

And embrace

—or forever to deny

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

I’ve lived just enough

to die instilled

 

My history paid 

—all debts fulfilled

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

Pointing his thumb,

two feet close behind

 

Direction untethered,

new mountains to climb

 

Hitching tomorrow,

to yesterdays past

 

To ride in the present

—each moment to last

 

(Presbyterian Hospital: October, 2019)

The hidden Angels

of my unconscious mind

 

Their vision on fire

—all wings flying blind

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

The ultimate indulgence…

blind acceptance

 

All standards rescinded

—all judgment forlorn

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

You see a wall,

where I see a door

 

You are imprisoned,

I am implored

 

You spend your fortune

on relics that burn

 

I, but a beggar

—last verse heaven earned

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)