Smiling to himself…
Again, he had fallen in love
Amazed at the moment
A line crossed, forever blurred
Laughing inside…
His humanity back on display
All doubts ignited
Old embers near extinguished
—on fire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
A High Flying Cloud
Is heaven where you live out
your dreams
Those fond wishes life never
allowed
Is eternity that place
not yet seen
Where you awaken
—a high flying cloud
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
A Wish—Undeclared
Is Poetics
a poem or a process
Is Love
a lover or romance
Is Art
a painting or a vision
Is Worship
a place or deliverance
Is Freedom
a word or a statement
Is Family
just blood that we share
Is Duty
an oath or vocation
Is Truth
just a wish—undeclared
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
In Memoriam: Chris Kyle
His bravery inspired
a hero defiled
By one of his own
whose spirit disowned
All memory attacks
what never came back
‘from a war beyond
winning or losing’
The best of the best
too early to rest
His brothers in arms
—his first choosing
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
What Sleep Can\'t Befriend
Are you the hero
of a recurring dream
Or the victim
of a life undone
Are you the ambassador
for all you esteem
Or a fugitive
—a soul on the run
Are you a real friend
beyond trial and strife
Whose allegiance
now stalwart defends
Are you the true master
of all your desires
Or the ghost
—of what sleep can’t befriend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)