Selecting the misery,
crown jewel of my pain
To wear like a necklace,
but serve as a chain
Its dark stone on fire,
all light one’s defaced
Reset in a solitaire
—black diamond embrace
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
There I Made My Church
Flying above the torment and fray,
the blood drops from my wings
The scars I carry to then remind,
the true cost delivery brings
The clouds incumbent upon my soul,
their cover not to hide
But frame a backdrop of life ahead,
where on Angels wings I ride
My time below and my time above,
both present in me now
As the essence calls from which I’m made,
to return and shout aloud…
“I traveled the earth both far and wide,
its truth did I then search
But wisdom came to me instead
—and there I made my church”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Whose River Both Endows
Prose on one side, verse the other
—distance in between
The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,
each seeing only green
The breaths that flow are then contained,
no synergy allowed
The chasm deep between their words
—whose river both endows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Prize You Seek
Dragnetting with the spoken word,
trying to trap what you can’t see
Unbaited, your net cast far and wide,
in a dark and foreign sea
Over and over, you pull in your lines,
with nothing again to show
The prize you seek, swimming wild and free
—at a depth you’ll never know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
To Lead The Way
I found my voice
Beyond all choice
A waited friend
Beyond the wind
I found the words
Once cast astray
To line my path
To lead the way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Another Paradox
Will you
Or won’t you,
Can you
Or can’t you,
Another paradox
Unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Not To Last
I survived the 60’s,
can I ask the same of you…
With soul in tact, my body wracked,
and conscience split in two
My parents now have I become,
these days of future past
With bloodshot eyes and memory owned
—by that decade not to last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
Hiding Inside
Most of our lives are spent
icing the cake
Covering the substance
where meaning partakes
To coat and embellish
what we most try to hide
Distracting, misleading
—shrouded inside
(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)
The Claimant
When you love someone,
you claim part of their spirit
Trading affection
—as the emptiness fills
(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)