Old Embers Near Extinguished (+4)

Smiling to himself…

Again, he had fallen in love

Amazed at the moment

A line crossed, forever blurred

Laughing inside…

His humanity back on display

All doubts ignited

Old embers near extinguished

 —on fire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

A High Flying Cloud

Is heaven where you live out

  your dreams

Those fond wishes life never

  allowed

Is eternity that place

  not yet seen

Where you awaken

—a high flying cloud

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

A Wish—Undeclared

Is Poetics

  a poem or a process

Is Love

  a lover or romance

Is Art

 a painting or a vision

Is Worship

  a place or deliverance

Is Freedom

  a word or a statement

Is Family

  just blood that we share

Is Duty

  an oath or vocation

Is Truth

 just a wish—undeclared

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) 

In Memoriam: Chris Kyle

His bravery inspired

  a hero defiled

By one of his own

  whose spirit disowned

All memory attacks

  what never came back

   ‘from a war beyond

    winning or losing’

The best of the best

  too early to rest

His brothers in arms

  —his first choosing

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

What Sleep Can't Befriend

Are you the hero

  of a recurring dream

Or the victim

  of a life undone

Are you the ambassador

  for all you esteem

Or a fugitive

 —a soul on the run

Are you a real friend

  beyond trial and strife

Whose allegiance

  now stalwart defends

Are you the true master

  of all your desires

Or the ghost

 —of what sleep can’t befriend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)