A strange thing happens
once you’re as old as your heroes
The mystery less enchanting,
the romance nearly gone
A stranger thing happens
when you outlive your heroes
The nuances shouting boldly
—permission now won
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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From The Darkness
The only sin uncommitted
—is the one unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
In Memoriam
His funeral
unattended
His pallbearers
the written word
His gravesite
an ashen memory
His legacy
—in futures heard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Sun Will Come Up
The warts are ugly,
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging,
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing,
with hearing gone
But words still call
—from tomorrow’s song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
‘From The Book Of Prayers’
Solus Ipse
Not like her,
And
Not like him,
And
Not like you
—I write!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Faith Rises
“So it shall be written,
so it shall be said”
A voice within the darkness,
whispers above my bed
“So it shall be written,
so it shall be done
“Your faith each new horizon
—your love the morning sun”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
A Tinge Of Lilac
My window opens wider,
as my focus narrows down
The words are now much richer
than what I used to think profound
The light brings joy and substance,
filling corners deep and closed
Its breezes tinged with lilac
—all negatives exposed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Words Of Hope
Left on their own,
my words turn to prayer
Renewing my faith
—confirming You’re there
Spoken aloud,
they lodge in my soul
Warming my heart
—and keeping me whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Unmade
Prose…
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep
Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet
—has so carefully made
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The True Cost
Its answer never welcome…
“The Price Of Joy Is Pain”
The question forever mired
—in perpetual disdain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
An Anthology Of Perception 