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)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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