All Kindled Lies Afire

Is the artist in me a liar, or the one who walks outside Are my words and deeds in conflict, which to breathe and which to hide Would King Solomon have an answer, to this split I often feel Would salvation hold my name in check, as today my soul to deal Do excuses like good intentions, pave the way, perdition shown Do the reasons then abandon, idle hope when left alone Can the spirit claim what time has lost, in it’s quest to stay inspired Can the truth once lit inside my heart, —set all kindled lies afire (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)