I believe in Jesus
I believe in Buddha
I believe in Crazy Horse
—divinity shared
I believe in grace
I believe in enlightenment
I believe in tomorrow
—the promise it bears
I believe in man’s ability
to rise above his nature
Religion a jailer
—its lies befall
I believe our sacred freedom
lives within a solemn choice
To become the living embodiment
—of that voice who calls
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
The Fire Of Your Love
My eyes explode,
within the beauty of your image
My ears implode,
within the magic of your words
My mind expands,
within the thought of you inside me
My heart ignites
—within the fire of your love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016 )
No Matter The Cost
Democracy is messy,
thank God that it’s not
Tyranny once embedded,
all freedom is lost
No liberty for the indentured,
conscription for thought
Free speech for the patriots
—no matter the cost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
What My Heart Denies
Living without the need
for either love or hate
And immune to the emptiness
of which so many talk
I marvel at the effects
they both instill and extract
As my mind understands in concept
—what my heart denies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Crossing Over—Turned Around
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)
Emergence Sublime
Existential—transcendent,
my words free to leave
Though rooted inside me,
their seeds He conceived
They shape and they fashion,
a will of their own
Each moment unfastened,
a prison disowned
Existential—transcendent
they come and they go
In dreams they lie fallow
my garden to hoe
I live in the knowledge,
past matter and time
These words my salvation
—emergence sublime
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)