Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness now abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Only My Words
I’m covered in dirt,
but my words are still clean
A vision half dried
with stains running deep
With sinners and saints
arm in arm at the bar
Each infection we share
tonight’s hookup and score
Meaningless excuses
all scandal affirmed
My bed made with sheets
from a brothel once scorned
As I lie in the shadows
with my soul partly damp
My words are set free
—to the heavens restamped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
A Sacrilege
Are people religious because
they’re good?
Or good, because they’re
religious?
The question remains,
its verdict unclaimed
The wrong answer deemed
—sacrilegious
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The Promise
I discovered this morning
after all these years,
that everyone is really different
from me
Whether rich or poor
black or then white,
it goes far beneath the surface
to see
When I look in their eyes
only questions stare back,
as I try to keep my thoughts
to myself
But along with those thoughts
comes the promise I bear,
and its hard to stay up
on the shelf
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Dream Prison
Once you have everything
you can give it all up
gratuitous though it seems
But until that day
we lust and pray
for what alludes us
—a prisoner of dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
To Inspire And Remind
A great voice has been silenced
the wind through the willows
blowing once, never to return
His words left behind
to inspire and remind
—of those things that we still have to learn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Released
The baser instincts
within a higher calling
—pain rewrapped in joy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Falling Free
Eternity shook,
as the words fell free
—startled, but unafraid
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Our Essence To Bear
What if the Universe has always been here,
defeating the concept of time
Never beginning and never to end,
whose story you cannot define
What if the future, present, and past,
are just crutches for the weakness we share
What if the answers lie beyond logic,
inside us—our essence to bear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Lamenting The Past
Time not only seems to be speeding up…
it actually is
Perception trumping reality looking forward,
not looking back
Undercooked moments blow into the future,
their aroma unsettling
As tomorrow disowns today
—lamenting the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
As You Fly
I asked you to remain my student
But you wanted to teach
The balance between us changing
Our past out of reach
I gave what I could to your memory
And you borrowed the rest
Repayment to be due on arrival
—as you fly from the nest
(Villanova Pennsylvania- January, 2019)