You say you went childless,
so where are your riches?
All wrapped up in numbers
or locked in a vault
You say you went childless,
but where is your fortune?
You’ve already been forgotten
—your grave has been robbed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Tuesday Musing 10/23/2018
Not Before
Say what you will or wont
but do as you pray
Bleed as you will in the night
but carry the day
Take as your conscience directs
but give all you can
Return when the fighting is done
—but not before then
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
A Final Amen
Through critical discussion
he walked in the night
And passed all the doubters
embracing their fright
After giving it once,
he gave forever again
For that bigger than him
—and that final amen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Orphaned Silent
You hear the words calling,
but what if they stop
What if the voice changes
to cold what was hot
And it’s not yours at all
but a squatter that hides
D.N.A. of its own
new agenda of lies
Those messages before,
were they gifts or on loan
Is the feast yours to eat,
will meat stay on the bone
Will the Muse be unfaithful,
is divorce in the wind
Leaving words then unnamed
—orphaned silent within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Desire
Passion builds a home
—that talent only visits
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Pain
Often,
Life’s greatest pleasure
—is getting the pain to stop
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)