Field Theory (+4)

If you can choose the battlefield

  —you can determine the outcome

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

   Adrian Simpson in ‘Falling Into The Darkness’

 

 

My Hope

 

With chaos on my doorstep,

  reasoning befalls

 

With heartache as my calling card,
  love though distant calls

 

All questions left unanswered,

  with time their holy grail

 

As seasons march to heavens step

  —my hope to then prevail

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

 

Living On The Surface

 

Living on the surface,

  dinner’s always served at eight

 

Living on the surface,

  pride forever casts your fate

 

Living on the surface,

  things always seem just fine

 

Living on the surface,

  plays an endless pantomime

 

Living on the surface,

  the church contains your soul

 

Living on the surface,

  your religion swallowed whole

 

Living on the surface,

  things never change that much

 

Living on the surface,

  you can only look, not touch

 

Living on the surface,

  the wheel only spins one way

 

Living on the surface,

  each spoke a mortgage pays

 

Living on the surface,

  love professes in a vow

 

Living on the surface,

  real commitment not allowed

 

Living on the surface,

  new doors stay locked and shut

 

Living on the surface,

  your reentry self-destructs

 

Living on the surface,

  your reflection flat and clean

 

While just below the surface

  —beats the heart of what things mean

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

 

 

 

Is It Time

 

Are you ready for forgiveness,

  has that time finally come

 

You’ve done everything else in life,

  holding back on just that one

 

Is it time to say “I’m sorry,”

  for the hurt and pain you’ve caused

 

Is it time to shed false glory,

  and end this dreadful pause

 

Is it time to try and reconnect,

  with those loved ones that you left

 

Is it time your pride no longer hides,

  behind the grandest theft

 

Are the tears then real for what’s gone by,

  to which river do they flow

 

Has the time now come to stem the tide

  —and let your feelings show

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

 

 

A Wish Distilled

 

A sweetness comes with age,

  like fruit that’s finally ripe

 

A Poet then a Sage,

  on this journey into night

 

A wish distilled from all regret,

  its seeds to be resown

 

A sweetness comes with age

  —that buried youth will never know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)