Caught in the same web

  of insecurity

 

  —we write

 

To ease the pain, to emancipate

  the joy

 

  —speaking truth to our doubts

 

Freeing them upon the wind, all

  questions unanswered

 

  —as our voices escape

 

Crying out names that only heaven

  will know

 

  —while eternity smiles

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

See with two eyes

Think with both brains

Speak in many voices

 —but love with one heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

The day you realize ‘you are a writer’

   distinct from what you’ve written

 

Is a day you’ll treasure for what it brings

  —and not what it leaves behind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

Make all of your life a prayer

  put all of your words into song

 

Take heart in those lyrics still to be sung

  —before the music forever is gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

       ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

Released from the prison

Of the extended word

Verse offered

Asylum

And a means of escape

 

Carrying me deep

To where the future-past  

Hides

All time to mislead

 —as the present conflates

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)

 

Poetry…

Attacking the mood

Driving its impression inward

Beyond all excuse

Wounding the intellect

Calling out names

Saving the moment

  —resurrecting the soul

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2015)

Feeding hope to the flame

  fodder to the mystery

 

Light unto the darkness

  —life begins again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

Can prayer overcome

 karma

 

Can wishes rise above

 fate

 

Can memory displace

 what vision instills

 

Can love pass beyond

  —without hate

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

 

 

 

We are often the

  most critical

 

Of what we are the

  most guilty of

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

To live as an artist,

   but die as a man

 

Dust forever chasing

  —what heaven began

 

(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)