Living Unclaimed (+3)

Present ordained,

  past—future in shame

 

The Poet and Jester

  as one

 

Living unclaimed,

  free and unnamed

 

Archangel and Devil

  —undone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

Nighttime Has Answered

 

Will the words come,

  will the words go

 

Are they forever,

  how do I know

 

What do I think,

  what do I feel

 

Memory escapes,

  a spoke off the wheel

 

Written in blood,

  spoken in rhyme

 

Forever to echo,

  forever sublime

 

Daffodils scatter,

  a wolf howls at bay

 

Nighttime has answered

   —I kneel and I pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

My Spirit Set Free

 

Poetry allows me to combine what I think with what I feel.  It lets me drive toward a point while being pointless at the same time.  The beauty of the metaphor masking the philosophical content, pulling the reader in without questioning why.  Both sides of my brain becoming fully engaged—my spirit set free.

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

Hiding From The Light

 

We worship inside the dark rapture

  of our own becoming

 

Hiding from the very light

  —that promises to show us the way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)