I saw the end
in the beginning
at the beginning
of the end
I wrote the final chapter
before the preface
with nothing left
to send
I walked a thousand miles
before sitting down
then walked a thousand miles
again
To reach the end of
the beginning
the beginning of
the end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Only To The Brave
Utopia belongs to the fleet of heart,
but the truth
—only to the brave
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The Present Burns
To live beyond the moment
Looking out, not looking in
The future lies to the past
—as the present burns
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Musings Reborn
Looking in places
Beyond my discomfort
Searching,
Searching again
For that Poem to tie
All the meanings together
Making sense
Of a rainbow unbent
Giving up to the music
Beyond sight of the flame
Where disorder
Now rules the day
A word becomes fertile
In the womb of my memory
And my musings reborn
—once again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Without The Other
Life without death
joy without pain
No reference, no bearing
no loss—and no gain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Death Becomes Near
A window stays open
as each doorway is shut
My vision more focused
through a lens old and stuck
The horizon now centered
its pathway so clear
All intention a laser
—as death becomes near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Beyond The End
Turning words into feelings
all description must die
The music taking over
earth kissing the sky
Turning words into feelings
we begin once again
Beyond all destination
—beyond all journey’s end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
First Destiny Called
Laid solid with words
the writers stone
A fortress was columned
my only real home
The poetry was safe there
it stammered and tried
As my feelings unbridled
from the outsiders lies
Each year added layers
to this home of the verse
My thoughts never silenced
or my feelings there terse
All that’s needed to go there
…unfettered belief
All that’s needed to know
is that time is the thief
My vision unshaken
from this chair with two wheels
The advice from the experts
“to wither and yield”
But my place more than sacred
an invincible throne
Independent of body
times seed to unsow
And the moment before
I take my last breath
I will enter forever
where before I had left
The trumpets will sound
as immortality calls
To that space then my refuge
the sum of it all
As the memories unreason
the facts storm again
But the tents of my solitude
keep out their wind
For generations that follow
and their children that ask
This place I now dwell in
for all hard and fast
Just believe in its message
and its fortune to change
Just believe in transcendence
with all things the same
Until the day that that final
trumpet may blow
And all that you’ve loved
is all there’s to know
Your message then solid
as the door opens wide
And those moments you’ve gifted
to the heavens arrive
And the joy that you feel
thinking back on it all
From that place deep inside
—where first destiny called
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)