Each breath gets me closer,

 as the past moves away

 

With choices much clearer,

  turning night into day

 

One meaning unchosen,

 its Angel benign

 

Forever most willing

 —last doubt now divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Feeding on my hunger

 the days were longer still

 

That yet to come and still undone

 left victim to my will

 

Starvation my horizon

 its emptiness on fire

 

Unending pangs my souls repast

 —a famine to inspire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Honing the blade of life’s

 greatest adventure

 

The edges were sharp

 with the meaning inspired

 

It shaved like a razor

 as days became short

 

The last cut the deepest

  —left wounded and free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

 

 To worship everything

   and value nothing

 

An ego’s adulation

 —the soul despairs

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

Micromanaged children

 in a micromanaged world

 

The I’s all dotted, T’s all crossed

 lost within the swirl

 

Each cup seemed overflowing

 empty spaces void and null

 

All time and place for life’s surprise

 —now victim to its toll

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Waiting to seize a moment

 I knew would never come

 

The visions passed like storm clouds

 deception on the run

 

The light was all around me

 as I stood there in the dark

 

The shadows of misguided fear

 —my path forever marked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

In the middle of the stream

 there rests an island

 

Where hopes and wishes dock

 just out of reach

 

At the end of every dream

 my souls asylum

 

Each memory harbored safe

 —along its beach

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

 

 

 

Hunting the distant banks

Of one lost remembrance

A reckoning came upon me 

Excuses left askance

My tracks grew large

As midnight’s table turned

The prey had changed to predator

Of a memory left unlearned

 

        The dark repeating whispers

          my soul afraid to tell

 

        Until its breath upon my back

         —last step my fear to quell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Walking around a

Mythical town

That doesn’t exist

Looking for what

I would never find

I trod those same streets

That I had been down

In my dreams before

The sky barren

Except for the sound

Of the exodus

Of wings

Hovering over people

All moving away

The backs of their heads

The only thing visible

As they marched off

Into the dark

With faces and eyes

Mortgaged…

 

    To pay for all the things

        that they would never do

 

    In debt to one last promise

        they will never keep

 

    The terms of their indecision

        written in the blood of repetition

 

     The movement of the hawk

         —another’s wind to blow

 

  (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Just before dawn…

  the answers came

 

And dressed in drag,

  they spoke my name

 

They claimed their place

  though none was offered

 

They stole a space,

  their masks on backwards

 

Just before dawn…

  the answers came

 

Stalking my query

  with falsehoods named

 

But in my wake,

  their lies would drown

 

The truth unanswered

   —new questions found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)