When we all get to heaven,
do we pray in one voice
Or keep our wills separate
to still have a choice
When we meet the almighty,
will our thoughts be our own
Or is identity sacrificed
—on His altar unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Verum Pretium
When eternity is mortgaged
—your soul its true cost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Lies To Withstand
Journalistic integrity…
give me a break
Your lies are on fire
there’s hell at the gate
Journalistic integrity
the wages of sin
All truth has been twisted
your speech has worn thin
Journalistic integrity
oxymoron disclosed
Two words now in conflict
their corruption exposed
Journalistic integrity
death by your own hand
All blame you relinquish
—your lies to withstand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Memory Hacked
When you’re inside,
you can always get out
But stuck outside,
you must plead and then shout
“please let me
please let me
please let me in”
This darkness unending,
my veneer wearing thin
“please let me
please let me
please let me back”
My key has been stolen
—my memory hacked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Glass Houses
Stopping just short of judgment,
his mind took a leap
Whose soul rose as substance
now ready to speak
Words before never uttered
or spoken in vain
This acknowledgement followed
crying out in refrain…
“The joy in the brotherhood
all torment by choice
“To share in celebration,
we alone can’t rejoice
“The critic inside us
the judger of sins
“Is best left in silence
till it targets within”
As time will remind us,
and these words will recall
All biting reprisal
—the coward’s downfall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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Ooh you can see my spiritual incongruity!
We never want to give away or lose the beautiful soul of I because that indvividual me makes us so human! Thanks for reaffirming our cosmic connection! MLH
My pleasure, MLH. Thanks for reading.
Kurt
I always love me some good political poems! Wonderful piece on the problems journalism carries today!
Thanks PB.
Kurt
Kurt,
Five wonderful gems to ponder upon. Many questions asked...
not many answers required!
~Laura~
Your comments are always so poetic, and I so
look forward to them. Are you still in Brooklyn?
I’m humbled with your comment...thank you!
Yes, my aunt still needs me!
As much as I love Italy and Australia, I like being in New York. I volunteered to help her out!
Nostalgia is part of my name!
Your Aunt is a lucky Lady
🙂
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