Without religion,
where would we hide
What would be our reason,
could souls justify
What would excuse the killing,
cleaning deaths stain away
What would forgive tomorrow,
for the sins of today
Without preaching dogmatic,
what weight to our words
While unbaptized inside us
—awaits the true Lord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Categories:
unbaptized, religion,
Form: Rhyme
Certificate unsigned,
pen firmly in hand
The bliss not for barter,
its insight free-stands
Faith and acceptance
may go where they please
To my grave and beyond,
the verse teaches and frees
No savior I ask for,
forgiveness I shun
Redemption for others,
new ink on the run
Till one day uncovered,
hidden deep on the shelf
A message unchristened,
buried dark and unfelt
Where the voice I was gifted,
and the music I heard
In themselves live forever
—free unbaptized words
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Categories:
unbaptized, words,
Form: Rhyme
Certificate unsigned
pen firmly in hand
The bliss not for barter
its insight free-stands
Faith and acceptance
may go where they please
To my grave and beyond
the verse teaches and frees
No savior I ask for
forgiveness I shun
Redemption unspoiled
new ink on the run
Till one day uncovered
hidden deep on the shelf
A message unchristened
buried dark and unfelt
Where the voice I was gifted
and the music I heard
In themselves live forever
—free unbaptized words
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Categories:
unbaptized, freedom, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Without religion,
where would we hide
What would be our reason,
could souls justify
What would excuse the killing,
cleaning deaths stain away
What would forgive tomorrow,
for the sins of today
Without preaching dogmatic,
what weight to our words
While unbaptized inside us,
—awaits the true Lord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Categories:
unbaptized, baptism,
Form: Rhyme
The contract unsigned,
pen firmly in hand
The bliss not for barter,
its insight freestands
Fame and notoriety,
may go where they please
To my grave and beyond,
the verse teaches and frees
No pity I ask for,
understanding I shun
My fortune unspoiled,
wolf’s mountain to run
Till one day uncovered,
hidden deep on the shelf
A message uncensored,
as I wrote for myself
And that voice I was gifted,
and the music I heard
In themselves live forever,
—free unbaptized words
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Categories:
unbaptized, voice,
Form: Ballad