Only He (+7)

The Dreamer….

  only he can see the journey’s end

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

Independent Of The Vacuum

 

Is God an attribute

  of human nature

   —like happiness and anger?

 

Or the result of strong

  feelings and desires

   —like faith and belief?

 

Does he exist outside

  our consciousness

  —with a will to shape and guide?

 

Living independent

  of the vacuum

   —this world creates?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

Each Footstep Free

 

My walk each day

Takes me away

Where I can stray

My mind to play

 

Each trek it seems

Awakens dreams

And thoughts to be

  —each footstep free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

Only God Can Command

 

The cusp of brilliance

  can still be controlled

 

While genius can neither

  be coaxed nor cajoled

 

Being still on the fringe

  keeps one foot on dry land

 

But when totally immersed

  —only God can command

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) 

 

 

Open Fields

 

Are you judging from halls

  academic

 

Or from places where words

  cannot hide

 

Are your hours immersed in

  false reference

 

Or in a visceral pursuit

  that defies

 

All bias and excuse

  living tethered

 

In an ivy green mansion

  enthroned

 

While truth and beauty

  run together

 

Through open fields

  —that no pundit has grown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

In Shadows Grow

 

The mother lode of nighttime verse

  arriving late

  —all Satan’s curse

 

The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes

  old words unbirthed

  —in shadows grow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

In Truth I lack

 

Concerned with self

  birds in a row

 

Concerned with self

  all droppings show

 

Concerned with self

  the blindfold tight

 

Concerned with self

  not day or night

 

Concerned with self

  what’s real distorts

 

Concerned with self

  my voice retorts

 

Concerned with self

  front turns to back

 

Concerned with self

  —in truth I lack

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) 

 

 

My Guide

 

Throw away my legacy,

 throw away my eyes

 

Throw away my hopes and dreams,

 package them with lies

 

Throw away the reasons,

 your excuses now to reign

 

But never throw away my voice

 —to guide me through the pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

 

 

Hearts At Rest

 

A storm is coming,

 the sky will cry

 

Each cloud a tissue,

 old light to die

 

The gale once gone,

 all hope renewed

 

From end to end,

 the picture blue

 

The circle spins,

 the cycle turns

 

What came before

 must then return

 

The seasons frozen

 by grand decree

 

One reason chosen

 to set you free

 

All time a servant

 His master plan

 

The past and future

  just also-rans

 

This moment precious,

 this moment blessed

 

To live within you

 —your heart at rest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)