To Guide And Delight (+4)

My reality secure

from the attacking winds

 

Sheltered by experience,

a fortress hard won

 

Neither fortune nor danger

can force their way in

 

All entrance is barred,

a mystery respun

 

An Eden contained,

in a legend foretold

 

Where peace and solitude

rekindle the light

 

Possessed of itself,

past-futures on hold

 

Its voice omnipresent

—to guide and delight

 

(Broomall Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

 

Perdition Assured

 

You try to mask your given voice

in what’s perverse and then profane

 

But truth speaks only for itself,

your costume tattered—seamstress blamed

 

This great parade, a grand charade,

your song a flattened chord

 

Its final line to seal your fate

—perdition now assured

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

My Past Returns

 

A tamer version of myself,

I rise from day to day

 

Fit for consumption publicly,

in camouflage I play

 

Memories deep, and memories stored,

from oh so long ago

 

Now sleep inside my attic walls,

ephemeral they glow

 

My current frame of reference…

four always two plus two

 

To the mundane I show deference,

and do what others do

 

But late at night I hear those sounds,

now coming down the hall

 

Remembrances to fill my dreams,

my treasure out of pawn

 

With sleep unchained and dreams on fire,

I return to who I am

 

And pray that on tomorrow’s eve

—my past will come again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

Only For Itself

 

There are many voices

—but the truth speaks only for itself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Ashes Cry

 

My tongue on fire,

words despised

 

The page in flames

—ashes cry

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)