Too close to the flame…
too far from the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Our Fated Selves
Folding in to convention,
Sealed in creases of acceptance,
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart,
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial…
‘Fury—the rallying cry
of our vengeful spirit
Hate—the jilted lover
of our fated selves’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Master Or Ghost
Are you the hero
in your recurring dream
Or the victim
of a life undone
Are you the ambassador
for all you esteem
Or a fugitive
—a soul on the run
Are you a real friend
beyond trial and strife
Whose allegiance
now stalwart defends
Are you the true master
of all your desires
Or the ghost
—of what sleep can’t befriend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)