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Life’s Epilogue

Crossing over,

  I thought it’d be different

 

Crossing over,

  I thought things would change

 

Crossing over,

  I thought I’d be better

 

Crossing over,

  I fought through the rain

 

Now looking back,

  I see demurely

 

Now looking back,

  I see through the fog

 

Now looking back,

  I see more clearly

 

Now looking back

  —through life’s epilogue

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Gabriel Calls

My heart belongs to providence,

   as I walk that final mile

 

My footsteps bought and paid for,

  as I clear the last denial

 

My faith is bold and steadfast,

  as new rain begins to fall

 

Through the fog a horn is blowing

  the gate now open—Gabriel calls

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Reborn

Is life about how many

  or then about how much

 

Is the truth in computation

  or in what those numbers touch

 

Is the measurement empiric

  with a final answer shown

 

Is salvation in the lyrics

  with the word count still unknown

 

Is there faith inside the mystery

  that mere reason can’t abide

 

Is there something deep inside you

  that excuses cannot hide

 

Is there a wind that blows indulgent

  carrying an echo from before

 

With a voice that speaks the loudest

  the one you listen to—reborn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

A Warrior’s Chant

Wrapping letters around

  the conflict

 

The war played out

  with words

 

The fury of shouted

  diction

 

Slaying enemies still

  unheard

 

Shooting vision

  into the onslaught

 

Attacking the silence

  as legion’s advance

 

Loading insight into

  the canons

 

Killing the emptiness

 —with a warrior’s chant

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Divinity’s Hymn

I sold my soul

  for new meter and rhyme

 

Trading salvation

  for a thing greater still

 

The joyous embrace

  of one hell damning phrase

 

Now immortal, perpetual

  —fulfilled

 

I sold my soul

  as the Devil laughed

 

Knowing not, my final words

  were for him

 

Exposing his lie

  and his legions of hate

 

My last breath

  —Divinity’s hymn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

A Softer Rhyme

Are the feelings soft

  but the words rock hard

 

Turning emotion into anger

  or worse

 

Are those wishes pure

  when the ink goes down

 

Are the letters aligned

  or off course

 

Are the feelings soft

  but the sentences vile

 

When frustration takes over

  your rhyme

 

Is the Muse trying to whisper

  as you shout to the crowd….

 

       “Step back

         —nothing forced is sublime”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

No More Could I Seek

When my words are read

  by the common man

 

No higher praise could

  any writer ask

 

The awards and the accolades

  from the intellectual elite

 

Pale in comparison

  to that man ‘in the street’

 

When my words are read

  by those ‘salt of the earth’

 

My spirit is lifted,

  and I’m home from my search

 

Both steadfast and loyal

  to themselves and to me

 

No more could I ask for

  —no more could I seek

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the New Hampshire Primary- February 9th, 2016)