"Because you can be sure, my dear Crito, that misuse of words is not only troublesome in itself, but actually has a bad effect on the soul." Phaedo

The Never Too Late

Porto Bella, Church of the Black Christ

The Never Too Late.

The medium invents the low and high,

Interned unable to hide,

Within every vicinity of the naked eye.

Roget fuels the silk screen, of

The magical bypass machine,

Whispering nightmares into every dream.

Firey words to woo the slave,

create the frozen splinters,

of calmer, less romantic, days.

But, backspace, where is my place in it?

Is it the chase and tackle, the new standard of wit?

Or the will to imitate the disguises of a proper fit?

Prisoners by the same weight,

the bid is placed on a perpetual fate

but offer freedom to the Never Too Late.

Within the prattle, play and stage,

Committed to every page, the attempt to

Snare reason; the soul prophet of a day’s wage.

Feather the shattering paralysis we animate,

Mill the stone, speak, and watch water vibrate,

And detonate the variable of the Never Too Late.

7 responses

  1. veritasxlogos

    An interesting first step into the world of internet poetry. Welcome. Interesting rhyme scheme. It seems to denote a necessity to be read aloud. Reminds me of “slam poetry” or “rap” since it becomes more of a beat than a melody. I get the sense that something bad is happening. Though I cannot parse out why. If that is intended, kudos. If it is not, then step slightly more into concrete imagery rather than metaphor to shape out a possible message – if one is being conveyed at all. Not really my style, but I do think it is solid. I give 3 apples out of a possible 5 oranges.


    October 30, 2014 at 3:21 pm

    • Let me first say how honored I am to receive a comment, and my first welcome, into this very new medium of social networking, by Veritasxlogos. I truly admire your work and the depth you can obtain. Also, I would like to thank you for the opportunity to defend this work, and the reason why the message I wish to state, I believe is best represented in this particular way.

      Yes, Indeed something bad has happened, and while I do not wish to disrupt the integrity of the message which, in itself, is better related in verse so that my reader will “parse out why,” and in the “parsing” establish a deeper value, I will join the world of Apologists, and risk subtracting from my reader the deeper message, which can be acquired in contemplation, by defending this work in prose.

      To me words are an absolute miracle, they are the only road the mystical, the central tenet to all existence and have great power to hurt or heal. But I believe a great complacently to words has trivialized the value and meaning, and has subtracted purpose and yet they still remain powerful elements that are the very tenet to life. The divine Logo’s is the creation of life and all existence and this work is about “words” I.e. “the medium”, we are unable to hide from, in every vicinity. Words are the magical bypass machine that can penetrate flesh and bone and enter straight into the heart with the power to harm or heal. Words actualizes the present for the future that has yet to be, and construct images of the past, which C.S. Lewis describes in The Great Divorce, as frozen, unchangable.
      I hope it might be clear that I have hidden within this poem a “concrete imagery” in stating “Firey word” and that we are all slaves to words. And while this work is not necessarily meant for my reader to flesh out the hermeneutics of MY particular meaning, but rather to evoke in my reader their personal meaning, (essentially the meaning of meaning) the only time “I” am in this work is in the “backspace.” That I will attempt to remain on guard for judging others for the harmful ridicule “the new standard of wit” or, (again from the mind of C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters) from judging my fellow parishioners. That I must remember that the “church makes the man a critic where {God} wants him to be a pupil,” I should remember I have not escaped this variable. I should not judge those parishioners who, I believe, say they are Christian, but act against those values; i.e. “the will to imitate disguises” that if I do not remain vigilant I will join the “disguises,” (And yet I just did judge them, did I not?)
      Ultimately, this work is about how the words we use can lead us away from life affirming values which can only be found with God, the only source of love which gives substance to all other words. That no matter how we use words, the use of them cannot be ignored as placing a “bid on a perpetual fate;” the certainty of passing through the mystery of death, and the bid is whether there is an afterlife or, nothing. If there is nothing, then nothing is what there is. But if there is an afterlife, our words are the only thing we can take with us, “the soul prophet of a day’s wage.” What our soul is foreshadowing for us, and it is never too late to begin to monitor, respect, and honor words. “Agere sequitur esse” or “action follows being” and that what we aspire to in our physical demise shapes our identity and who will be, in our very being. St. Augustine said in The Trinity, “in order to be a soul it did not do anything itself: it was not already there to do anything in order to BE. But in order to be a Good soul I see that it must deliberately choose to Do something.” To me the “doing,” is to say what we mean, and mean what we say and it is never too late to begin. Alex Kendrick, author of The Love Dare, writes in the very first page, “our words often reflect the condition of our heart,” and when I couple this thought to St. Augustine, I know I want to Be a good soul, and that begins with my words, to “mill the stone of my heart,” to strive to utter good words and realize (even of myself) we always strive for conversion. Even the truest Christian, must realize there is always a need to strive toward the conversion of the heart that in the striving itself, (Spinoza) we leave something good on this planet. And a person should never think it is too late to begin, and all words begin with the one, love.

      Thank you for the 3 apples veritas, it is greatly appreciated and I look forward to seeing your future work.


      October 31, 2014 at 10:17 am

      • veritasxlogos


        That helps a bit. Perhaps this poem is then one of many that will flesh out this worldview. I guess that is the tough part of reading poetry as it arrives new into the world (a byproduct of this medium) rather than coming to an author’s fully structured corpus or book. I will say that in the poem I do not see the fullness of the message you presented (which is a shame!) but my philosophy is perhaps more egotistical than yours. I fully believe that poets of good intention should want others to receive their message in full as well as make their own. This is of course a philosophic choice rather than a poetic choice.

        What you say about words is true. That which moves the universe into creation has become that which endlessly categorizes the banality of that creation. We have, on a whole, moved away from poetic language toward descriptive language and in so doing lost the value of a metaphor in describing reality. I don’t know if you are Catholic, so this may be a leap, but in Catholicism the Eucharist is both “bread” and the “the body of Christ” – as in for real, it is both. It is a weekly expression of the fact that descriptive language cannot conceptualize the true reality it can only conceptualize the factual reality. There are other examples in all religions I am sure – that is just the one that I would know about.

        That being said I am perhaps too much of a Romantic (read: heretic) to fully endorse the value of love. As a general rule we have too few words to describe the phenomenon and we use it far too much and too often for it to have any real meaning. After all it is Augustine who says “give me chastity but not yet”. It was also Augustine who claims the need for the Christians executioners and judges so that they can be loving when they fulfill their political duties. Love is entirely too complicated of a place to start, and far too dangerous. It seems like a very difficult position to maintain that we use words haphazardly and without respect but then cling to a word that can mean almost anything depending on what seems like a whim. We certainly cannot love as God loves, for instance. I would argue that He wouldn’t even want us to do so – He recants when asking Abraham to sacrifice his son but then God goes on to sacrifice His Son even while He exclaims “why have you forsaken me”. We are certainly images of God, but in that imaging do we gain certain things and lose certain things? That is the question.

        Overall though, your philosophy seems noble and your poetry seems good. It isn’t the most accessible to a larger audience, but I find that almost fitting – it certainly isn’t a criticism as I would think I probably fall under the same category. I do like that you are approaching a Christian worldview without feeling the constant need to invoke God in your poetry – that becomes laborious in the long run. You have a good thing going and I think you’ve found a good medium for the effort. I should warn you that I can be difficult at times. Don’t fret over it. I mean no harm. I look forward to your continued efforts.


        October 31, 2014 at 2:42 pm

      • VxL, thank you again for your responses, they are greatly appreciated. I do have responses to the many points you have made but I can see I have droned-on into a rather lengthy discourse that perhaps most would say “Gee, get a life WL.”

        For now, these responses I have drawn up truly satisfies my own conviction, as to, the source of my work, and that is okay for me to live with. If my responses are truly wanted, I will post them if they are requested. But I do not wish to further my views on, perhaps, an audience that has already been generous with their time and energy. I am a believer in the virtue of Lao Tzu who states in his Tao Te Ching, “One who knows does not say it; one who says does not know it.” That conviction cannot be forced on anyone, it derives mostly from within.

        The time and energy you have already given has been gracious and I am truly grateful. But I believe any further involvement will, not only be further elaborated in my blog in due time, but can be better received by an audience who choses to freely participate in the ideas expressed by a Lover of Words. This it not meant to suggest that I doubt an interest in this current dialogue, but the responses I have drawn up are rather lengthy, and perhaps more than most would want to labor through.

        Thank you for the welcome into this new medium and I do look forward to any future dialogue. The engagement is certainly stimulating and encourages me to truly take the time to think about what I believe and why.



        November 2, 2014 at 2:32 pm

  2. Gee, I’m almost afraid to comment after being awed by the acumen of the pair of you. I would have to read your poem many more times before I could pretend to understand it’s meaning/message entirely. That being said, the flow was amazing, I tend to read aloud in my head the writings that strike a chord within me…you possess this quality for sure. Do I understand it…no? Will I ever…idk. But I do know without a doubt that it is in evidence clearly. That instinct, the inner voice, intuition, Holy Spirit, or a combination of all, do not mislead me in these matters. I believe there is a reason for everything and that nothing can be chalked up to mere coincidence.
    Look forward to reading more.
    Thank you for your kind comments also.
    I feel as though we’ve discovered/uncovered each other by divine intervention.


    November 27, 2014 at 1:06 am

    • Thank you so much, I am [looking in my thesaurus for another word beside ‘overwhelmed’ :)))] touched by you responses. I am truly grateful for your kind and thoughtful words that beam off the page a sincerity that is very difficult to locate in a day, week or lifetime. And I agree, I sense a connection that has fruitful signs all over this collaboration.
      As for The Never Too Late, I do not necessarily wish to take away the contemplative role the choice selection of words were meant to initiate but I also would not want to leave a reader hanging. I will not give away the nuances which I believe can leave the door open for each reader to experience an intimate connection as based on their own personal experience. But this is my debut post to launch the concepts of being a Lover of Words and it reveals that [while I was raised Catholic] I truly never knew what it meant to be Christian or Catholic until I experienced a conversion at the waters at Lourdes, France as part of the Cameno to Santiego de Compostela, Spain. Re-baptized by my own will and thereby by the will of God, I found that my conversion was rooted in the clear, true and real definition of words. That for a very long time, I had very wrong definitions that were generally fast acting in pursuit of pleasure alone, amounted to excuses for no accountability and had no respect for myself, others and our humanity. And the last lever to my conversion was to stop saying to myself, “it’s too late to start again along what appears to be a very, very long road” [i.e. Cameno]. That when I found that my definition of love was all wrong, it collapsed all other meanings and the task ahead seemed impossible to start cleaning up “A Beautiful Mess.” But I found it is never too late to convert to Our Lord Jesus Christ, and all it takes is one word to do so. Love. That if I want love, then it must be first acknowledged that love is only “love” with God.
      I hope that that does not remove the mystery I had tried to web into the verses, and I look forward to future exchanges of ideas with you. Many, many blessings to you, WL


      November 27, 2014 at 9:24 am

      • No, I loved the mystery…don’t ever need to explain your writing unless you really feel it necessary and even then, by true inspiration only!
        We have much in common.


        November 27, 2014 at 10:15 am

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