Present ordained,
past—future in shame
The Poet and Jester
as one
Living unclaimed,
free and unnamed
Archangel and Devil
—undone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Nighttime Has Answered
Will the words come,
will the words go
Are they forever,
how do I know
What do I think,
what do I feel
Memory escapes,
a spoke off the wheel
Written in blood,
spoken in rhyme
Forever to echo,
forever sublime
Daffodils scatter,
a wolf howls at bay
Nighttime has answered
—I kneel and I pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
My Spirit Set Free
Poetry allows me to combine what I think with what I feel. It lets me drive toward a point while being pointless at the same time. The beauty of the metaphor masking the philosophical content, pulling the reader in without questioning why. Both sides of my brain becoming fully engaged—my spirit set free.
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Hiding From The Light
We worship inside the dark rapture
of our own becoming
Hiding from the very light
—that promises to show us the way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)