The Fathoms Deep

Prose on one side, verse the other

—distance in between

 

The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,

each seeing only green

 

The breaths that flow are then contained,

no synergy allowed

 

The fathoms deep between their words

—whose river both endows

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Warrior Poet

Deadly to his enemies,

confusing to his friends

 

While faithful to his writing,

all justified intent

 

Furious in times of war,

in peace his vision burns

 

But past the fray, inside his verse,

a gentler spirit yearns

 

Salvation long then sacrificed,

a fate he can’t deny

 

A cross that’s left for him to bear,

but still his spirit cries

 

Through battles mostly devil sent,

and victories sealed with death

 

This guilt the price he’s had to pay,

now felt with every breath

 

But one last wish he prays out loud,

one cry is sent above

 

“My spear, my pen, my joie de vivre,

I trade all back for love”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Only You

I know what you are,

but only you know who that is

 

I know what you said,

but only you know what that means

 

I know how it looks,

but only you know how it feels

 

I know when you’re missing

—but only you know when you’re gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Essentia Omnis

I don’t believe in Jesus,

I don’t believe in Buddha,

I don’t believe in Allah,

I don’t believe in Zeus

 

I don’t believe in Fairy Tales,

I don’t believe in Santa,

I don’t believe in Unicorns,

I don’t believe Dr. Seuss

 

I don’t believe in Proverbs,

I don’t believe the Gospels,

I don’t believe in Dharma,

I don’t believe their Creeds

 

But I do believe in Beauty,

I do believe in Truth,

I do believe in Love,

And—I do believe in me

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)