Beyond His Grasp

What man can’t understand

 he often chooses to believe

 

Where lying just beyond his grasp

 all faith and dogma bleed

 

What man can’t understand

 he follows blindly ill conceived

 

A void to fill as darkness hides

 —a fantasy supreme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

On Bended Knee

Liking what things are supposed to be

 instead of what they are

 

I spend my life in wondered lust

 not near, yet so afar

 

Wishing the truth not what it was

 but what it was meant to be

 

I spend my nights in wish filled dreams

 —my faith on bended knee

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

 

 

 

Truth Unwraps

My life has been folded over

 at least a hundred times

 

With twilight comes exposure

 and a reckoning sublime

 

Each crease a thing I’d never done

  each fold a place I’d hide

 

Now one by one the truth unwraps

 —my secrets open wide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)