Is Love
The only thing
that spreads faster than hate,
—is love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
The Prison Within
Are we constantly building
circular walls,
—that we feel safe within
Are the threats contained,
as our minds abstain,
—in our fortress ‘void of sin’
Does the air we breathe,
serve to then mislead,
—forming words that echo back
Now inside a prison
where we must serve,
—as ourselves, we then attack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
For Augustus
This world an
illusion
All faith to
forbear
A friend of mine
struggles
Whose spirit I
share
I feel him inside
me
He calls out my
name
His friendship a
blessing
Augustus,
—I pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
New Life
He came to me joyous,
his words still unread
A vision once spoken,
—new life for the dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)