Charging into the waves,
the wind at my back
The horizon clear
—its truth left unsaid
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Its Orphans Dead
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The pasture torn,
its furrows bled
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The present cries
—its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
In Color
Space in meters,
words in rhyme
Life in color
—truth sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
To Shout Divine
Each phrase a gift,
mine to unwrap
The Muse bequeaths,
when spirit lacks
Each word a jewel,
to cut and shine
Together placed
—and shout divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
This Life I Live
I don’t know if I’m good or bad,
but I’m not for loan
I don’t know if my words will rise,
but these thoughts I own
I don’t know if the questions asked,
will in death rename
I don’t know if this life I live
—will the past reclaim
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
My Heart
S
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C
A
M
E
MY HEART AS RANSOM
S
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L
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F
T
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The Hour Late
Stepping off the ledge,
out of the fog
—I cast my fate
As time again dared,
all blinders off
—the hour late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Dual Birth
Tears of sorrow,
tears of joy
Meld together,
laughter’s toy
Tears of sadness,
tears of mirth
Wellspring one
—a dual birth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
No Dessert
At some tables…
Time
is a dessert,
that is no longer
served
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December 16, 2016)