Seasons Turn (+6)

My days prolonged,

 my nights were short

   —my history caught between

 

Judgment coming

 fast and swift

  —to escape is then to dream

 

All time distorted

 memory fried

   —the past is but a whim

 

Old lessons spurned,

 the seasons turn

  —new forces pull within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

Now As Before

 

Are those dimensional theories a trap

 for what your mind will never understand

 

Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow

 an alien within its own land

 

Does the math and the science betray you

 with the numbers piled outside your door

 

Is the time sliced and diced infinitum

 —deliverance calling now as before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

 

Self-Destruction

 

Thinking more of your constituency

 than they do of themselves…

   —political suicide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

New Heartbeats

 

To die without rhythm

  and bleed without rhyme

 

Each wish left unspoken

  in coupling divine

 

New heartbeats unwritten

  that call from within

 

Their cadence restructured

  all verse—now a hymn

 

 

Spirit's Cry

 

We’ve had forever to get it right

 this religion we hold dear

 

But why the murder and ‘holy wars’

 that underwrite our fear

 

We stand in judgment and wield belief

 with weapons poorly thrown

 

Our eyes rejecting while spirit’s cry

 —our futures poorly sown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

Final Victory

 

Beneath the cover of defeat,

  final victory comes late

 

Sustained only by a will

 —refusing to give in

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

 

 

 

This Moment Divine

 

The older the day

 the sweeter the memory

 

The sweeter the memory

  no reasons to find

 

No reasons to find

 tomorrow unmentioned

 

Tomorrow unmentioned

 —the present divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)