Is Poetics

  a poem or a process

 

Is Love

  a lover or romance

 

Is Art

 a painting or a vision

 

Is Worship

  a place or deliverance

 

Is Freedom

  a word or a statement

 

Is Family

  just blood that we share

 

Is Duty

  an oath or vocation

 

Is Truth

  just a wish—undeclared

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Is heaven where you live out

  your dreams

 

Those fond wishes life never

  allowed

 

Is eternity that place

  not yet seen

 

Where you awaken

—a high flying cloud

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Smiling to himself…

Again, he had fallen in love

Amazed at the moment

A line crossed, forever blurred

 

Laughing inside…

His humanity back on display

All doubts ignited

Old embers near extinguished

 —on fire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

As time unweaves,

 its mask deceives

  —to hide a bigger truth

 

The past and future

 threaded strands

  —to braid the hangman’s noose

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Folding in to convention

Sealed in creases of acceptance

Maligned and misled

By the false promises

Of a stolen heart

We chase the white whale

Of validation

Into waters of denial…

  “Fury—the rallying cry

   of our vengeful spirit

   Hate—the jilted lover

   of our fated selves”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The power of the written word

  the spoken word supreme

 

Ink to then commission

  what only breath can glean

 

Soldiers line up back to back

  letters ranked and filed

 

The command to march just given once

  —its war chant loud and wild

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Having fun with the words,

  the party lasted till dawn

 

The sun now a blanket

  covered verses to warm

 

Having fun with the words

  all new phrases to sleep

 

Resting inside my heart

 —until daylight’s retreat

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

The Devil’s Teapot

—a witches brew

 

Remembrance poured

  in sorrows true

 

The Devil’s Teapot

  bone china cracked

 

New leaks a bane

  in virtue lacks

 

The Devil’s Teapot

  it fills once more

 

With pain now forked

  to stir rancor

 

The Devil’s Teapot

  whose lid seals tight

 

To curse and scald

  —this endless night

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

More than being good or bad….

 be of interest

 

Good and bad vanish with the prevailing wind

 —but interest lasts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

A storm is coming,

 the sky will cry

 

Each cloud a tissue,

 old light to die

 

The gale once gone,

 all hope renewed

 

From end to end,

 the picture blue

 

The circle spins,

 the cycle turns

 

What came before

 must then return

 

The seasons frozen

 by grand decree

 

One reason chosen

 to set you free

 

All time a servant

 His master plan

 

The past and future

  just also-rans

 

This moment precious,

 this moment blessed

 

To live within you

 —your heart at rest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)