When eternity is mortgaged

  —your soul its true cost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

When we all get to heaven,

  do we pray in one voice

 

Or keep our wills separate

  to still have a choice

 

When we meet the almighty,

  will our thoughts be our own

 

Or is identity sacrificed

  —on His altar unknown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Nobody knew me,

 and that was my choice

 

The distance I kept

 protecting my voice

 

Though others had promised,

 their words fell in vain

 

My spirit untarnished

  whose breath I lay claim

 

My heart often suffered

 the pain I’d been caused

 

But a force pulled me inward,

 all hurt left on pause

 

This pathway my own,

 its direction so clear

 

Where alone I must travel

 —new voices to hear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

The deeper you care

   the more remote you become

 

What the present reveals

  no clock can outrun

 

The past and the future

 for others to know

 

This journey one-way

 where only you’ll go

 

Those voices who call

  pull you deeper within

 

Not lost but alone

 taking flight back to Him

 

As Jesus and Mohammed

 and Crazy Horse knew

 

The path to true knowledge

 doubt ridden and strewn

 

With the old voices silenced

 new voices begin

 

As your eyes slowly close

 —to their welcoming hymn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

I need to bring more Poetry

  into my Prose…

 

To spill the blood richer

  flowing out of my veins

 

To reseason the words

  going into the fire

 

To spread the wings open

  —on a future untold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The channel seemed open,

  but the tuner was stuck

 

Its dial had frozen

  mixed static and such

 

The instructions were missing,

  and the knobs wouldn’t turn

 

Its transmission now distant

   —all frequency burned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 Vision is to

  Art

 

As grace is to

  the soul

 

Not one

  without the other

 

Blanket

  against the cold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Married to introspection,

  we left for Paris

 

And with fools and dilettantes

  got carried away

 

Living on melancholy,

  our quarter was poor

 

The Seine’s romance but fiction

   —our fantasies played

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Sleeping with Laura

  and not making love

 

Lost in her aura

  and thoughts from above

 

Sleeping with Laura

  all vanity chaste

 

A feeling impregnates

  —the blame heaven laced

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

High caliber verse

  the cartridge hand loaded

 

A new target centered

  all focus then squared

 

Its barrel’s been filled

  with red molten fury

 

Whose trigger awaits

  —a desperate will

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)