Heaven Its To Roam

To live life as a Poet,

to slay the demon time

 

Your spirit freed with every verse,

in meter and in rhyme

 

To reach beyond your passion,

to say what others feel

 

To bring tomorrow home today,

the devils wrath to reel

 

To wander past your memory,

returning once again

 

Each word a ticket through the gate,

its path now lined with friends

 

Their faces each and every one,

a title to a poem

 

That left your hand so long ago,

—with heaven its to roam

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

Heaven Only Knows

 

Locked inside a rhythm,

married to each sound

 

The cadence plays a wedding march,

the rhyme our vow out loud

 

Betrothed inside their union,

a love forever grows

 

Verses come and children play,

—as heaven only knows

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

   The Devil At The Gate

 

Does corruption blind intelligence,

does greed devour truth

 

Will intention cast the final vote,

its motives never moot

 

As David slew Goliath,

Lilliputians lie in wait

 

To bind and tie an Angels wings,

—the Devil at the gate

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)