I locked the past in a little box Hidden in a corner of my mind Around it, a yellow ribbon That someone left behind... Sometimes, I go and open it

The brave dies today The coward dies tomorrow In shame and sorrow He survives another day His cowardice on display

Face of an angel Her looks melt his lovesick heart Throbbing just for her Roses are ashamed to bloom When around her crimson lips

Just can’t paint, nor write songs Sadly I take terrible pictures to… But I do the next best thing I write about it, for me and you So, always armed with pen and pape…

That kind of gloomy Sunday The skies grey and overcast All morning in bed I lay Hoping the doldrums won’t last But by noon the clouds parted

center Awake this morning But you, I didn’t see My eyes, I closed again And counted to three

She loved him; with blind passion For in her eyes; he’s noble But scales distort her vision For he’s truly distasteful Trapped she was in the affair

It’s over now; the dark is gone The thunder clouds dissolve at daw… The morning mist gives way to day No spirits haunt where night held… The creatures I once feared have…

It’s April, spring has arrived Warmer temps with lots of rain Perpetually overcast But hopes good weather will reign Buds break in twigs and branches

Unread my rhymes could be, it matt… Even if all my poems gain no accla… Satisfied will I be and bear no s… For my time and effort won’t be fo… Words I write describe the beauty…

It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…

A mask he wears, to hide his sorro… As he mourns the loss of a friend Long will it take his soul to mend His whole world now dark and hollo… With a smile, he goes through the…

The biting wind howls A drunk insolent hound The moon and stars Nowhere to be found The night dreary and cold

To help the butterfly take flight Would crush its wings before they’… The bud must bloom in its own song Its tender petals drawn to light The mind must wake in its own time

Beneath the sky, the dawn’s embrac… The autumn leaves begin to glow A blush of gold on nature’s face While morning paints the earth bel… The misty veil lifts from the hill…