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 chasm deep between their words
—whose river both endows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Flying above the torment and fray,
the blood drops from my wings
The scars I carry to then remind,
the true cost delivery brings
The clouds incumbent upon my soul,
their cover not to hide
But frame a backdrop of life ahead,
where on Angels wings I ride
My time below and my time above,
both present in me now
As the essence calls from which I’m made,
to return and shout aloud…
“I traveled the earth both far and wide,
its truth did I then search
But wisdom came to me instead
—and there I made my church”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Selecting the misery,
crown jewel of my pain
To wear like a necklace,
but serve as a chain
Its dark stone on fire,
all light one’s defaced
Reset in a solitaire
—black diamond embrace
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The finer you draw your measurements,
the further away you fall
Each number squared and time compared,
deafens out the call
Your techno-dialectic,
data piled upon itself
A trash heap at the deadest end
—where folly stacks unfelt
(Haverford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
Over the years,
and all the times I’ve cried
Through all the tears,
remembering the lies
One thing was clear,
as truth laid claim again
Whose words endeared
—remain my only friends
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
No one knows anything…
it’s just hopes and wishes in the rain
(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)
You’ll know when its time…
you won’t fight it
or struggle,
you won’t lie to yourself
—or try to hang on
You’ll let everything go
as it’s time to unburden,
your mind and your spirit,
your heart
—and be gone
(Presbyterian Hospital: July, 2019)
Why do I like things
I can’t agree with
Why do I listen
when I don’t want to hear
Why am I attracted
to things that repel me
Why are my reasons
more muddled than clear
Why do I often
begin at the ending
Why do I hurt
the people I love
Why are my questions
confused by my answers
Why do my hawks
—always turn into doves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
Married to the sacred word
Committed to its ideal
Betrothed to sworn fidelity
Divorced from the unreal
My wedding duly prearranged
All children heaven sown
I copulate each solemn vowel
—and spread the verse unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Married to the sacred word
Committed to its ideal
Betrothed to sworn fidelity
Divorced from the unreal
My wedding duly prearranged
All children heaven sown
I conjugate each solemn vowel
—and spread the verse unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
