A free mind is a friend to the
     conciseness of ones being.
                     While those of a static thought,
only live within the
                             words of ignorance
         that blinds those who should see already..

A patch of earth in Kelleytown
Black from years of tending
It tested firm in my clutched hand
every Spring
It filled my boots at times , clung
to my tractor and ended up in my
pockets
It crusted ever so lightly , holding
precious water
It helped to fill the stores of Papa ,
Granmaw and my father
A true friend , a loyal companion ,
a southern crescent miracle , soil harrowed
in perfect rows , life bearing piedmont , fragrant loam*..

Logic is telling me
that it's not worth it to be here

That the price outweighs the
Life that's been bought
That in Death there is no problem left to solve

The mathematical conclusion is simple
Logic says to run away with the variable
Enter the unknown

But there is more to life than logic
I'm not sure on which side of fortune this peculiar fate falls
But there is passion,

there is awe
as your eyes meet the stars
There is love
and its chains, fastening you ever tighter to the ground

There is so much more to this than logic
And so,
I will ignore the part of me calmly insisting that
It's best for us to leave
And struggle to breathe against forces greater than me

Bound here by my own gravity

A warrior lives,
  like he’s already dead

His honor intact,
  his mission ahead

A destiny called,
  by an enemy name

All glory to God,
—no dishonor or shame

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)