The more I think I really know,
the less I understand
The further out to sea I drift,
the more I miss the land
The stormier the days repeat,
my soul to chase the sun
The rules I once thought hard and fast,
denounced and on the run
The more I think, the less I feel,
my spirit inexcused
The hours spent off from myself,
those times I stay confused
As days drift into sleepless nights,
the moon to haunt my dreams
Where wishes live to hope again
—if I can just believe
(Villanova University: June, 2019)
Alone, In Search Of You
I see the world in shades of gray,
where has the color gone
My faith erodes with each new day,
a weakness growing strong
I sense a feeling deep within,
it spreads and reaches near
And tighten my coat against the wind,
a buttress to this fear
I hear your voice, its inflection slight,
the message still reveals
And reach for you in the waning light,
under cover that conceals
No longer blue, or green, or white,
prism distant and askew
Calling once more in the cold dark night
—alone, in search of you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
No Longer Store Bought
Professional Poet…
to cringe at the term
A lonely consensus,
so much to learn
Days writing couplets,
nights dreamed in verse
Feelings when gifted,
mine to rehearse
Professional Poet…
to run but not hide
Resisting the accolades,
cousin of lies
The Muse calls my marker,
chits payout in thought
Each line spoken freely
—no longer store bought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Casting Darkness Aside
May words be courageous,
with thoughts on fire
This pen as my shield,
to smite the ire
The darker the cave,
bigger demons to hide
With truth as my torch
—casting darkness aside
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Take Note
Never become a footnote
—to a history lost and gone
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Fated Divine
Have our brains developed
because of our minds
Is it thought over matter,
free will to consign
Who gave us this power,
to till and to sow
All fruit thus comprised,
in our memory to know
A physicists nightmare,
their theories contrive
This question much bigger
than their formulas chide
Darwin’s evolution,
not passive but active
As change does occur,
whose affect we hold captive
Those traits we develop,
from forces unconscious
A pot that we stir,
as we ladle our promise
To wonder and hope,
to dream and to wish
Only human confined,
in our souls to subsist
These edicts we know,
from our spirits sublime
Our destinies chosen
—and fated divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)