Never about

 what’s ‘right’

 

Only what’s ‘right’

—for you

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

the questions loom

—the answers small

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

the past retreats

—the future falls

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

a distant voice

—your name beyond

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

a minstrel plays

—forgotten songs

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

Lot’s wife is dead

—not looking back

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

the top in sight

—the beanstalk jacked

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

I reach across

—all fear behind

 

Climbing up the garden wall,

horizons new

—the choices mine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Dying alone on foreign ground,

death grips his blessed hand

 

Never choosing time or place,

 method certain

—the Angels plan

 

An oak to fall on alien soil,

all seeds to heaven thrown

 

His words cast free to light the dark,

that ‘Good Night’

—now his own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

The sharper the point,

  the deeper the wound

 

The shorter the verse

  —the truth at high-noon 

 

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Trapped in the meter,

a prisoner of rhyme

 

My spirit indicted,

destroyer of time

 

A minstrels disciple,

epistle in hand

 

The sound and the rhythm,

my souls contraband

 

New couplets my jailer,

their sentences terse

 

The key to their freedom,

locked deep in the verse

 

And serving in silence,

chalk marks on the wall

 

I listen intently,

for one voice to call

 

Awaiting its pardon,

this conviction will end

 

My words liberated

—to forever amend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

All virtue intended,

but darkness conspired

 

The moon bringing shadows,

the wind bringing liars

 

Our memories entrapped,

as time’s myth reigns again

 

From clouds that are hidden

—where thunder begins

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Perfection and honor,

concealed in the words

 

Shame and disloyalty,

rejected unheard

 

Deep in a poem,

truth’s fealty hides

 

Inhumanity cursed

—its verses defy

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Is morality an end point,

or a journey to begin

 

Are right and wrong just bookends placed,

or what then lies within

 

All Ethical persuasion,

to attain or just desire

 

Whose end result will never come

—enflamed without the fire

 

(Haverford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

The Lies about tomorrow,

define all truth today

 

Deceived by joy and sorrow

—all promise gone astray

 

(Las Vegas Nevada- January, 2017)

A prisoner of devotion,

a Saint indentured pure

 

The light now holds him captive,

on knees bent to the floor

 

His silence for a jailer,
his sentence now unlocked

 

With handcuffs loose and falling

—their key from heaven bought

 

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2017)