Married to the sacred word
Committed to its ideal
Betrothed to sworn fidelity
Divorced from the unreal
My wedding duly prearranged
With choice not mine to own
I conjugate my solemn vowel
And spread the verse unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Black Diamond Embrace
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 travelled 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)
As Death Becomes Near
My window stays open
As my doorway is shut
A vision more focused
Through a lens old and stuck
The horizon now centered
Its pathway so clear
All intention a laser
As death becomes near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)