First & Last (+2)

Truth…

 the first casualty

of war

 

Love…

 the last casualty

of truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

Voices Call Distant

 

The places I’ve traveled,

yet still haven’t seen

 

Those roads that I’ve ridden,

while caught in-between

 

The mileage piled up,

as memory lay stacked

 

Where voices call distant

—my mind to go back

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

Prisoner Of Time

 

Does your past

inhibit the meaning

 

Does a smile work

 to cover your pain

 

Does today lie in wait

for tomorrow

 

Your messages cleft,

forever the same

 

Do you write before feelings

have woken

 

The letters pretty, in cursive

review

 

When your words leave the pulpit

unspoken

 

Do you retreat to the very

last pew

 

Taking refuge,

as twilight approaches

 

All windows shuttered,

any truth to mime

 

Those orphaned moments

 to hold you captive

 

And a victim

—the prisoner of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)