Religion levels the playing field,
money replaced by hope
For those destitute with hills to climb
salvation—heaven’s rope
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Body And Soul
My life is a Poem,
not one chosen line
And travels within me,
each mountain I climb
It dwells symbiotic,
between body and soul
To hearten each moment
—keeping me whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Spirit\'s Transform
Theoretically,
we die from the moment conceived
Functionally,
we die when beset with disease
That space in between…
the land of our dreams
Where spirit’s transform
—our souls to release
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Emotional Bondage
Most days writing filler,
the Muse to appease
The words poorly chosen,
no ace up my sleeve
Each phrase a fulfillment,
old promises made
With feelings in Limbo
—my pen to enslave
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Above The Tree Line
Mountains make poor receptacles
for dreams
Oceans are better at that
The elevation reminding of all
that’s forbidden
Primordial—the higher you climb
(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)
Baptism Of Denial
No power
can break a man\'s grip
on his own throat
Or offer redemption
with belief
unproclaimed
(Dreamsleeep: December, 2019)