A Barren Canvas
Forest and plains await thy adornm
The cold dark tundra and naked arm
Their reaching out with constant p
With their cries that echo through

The out of bounds reaching
The running from a common place
with common thoughts in place
A domesticated madness in bloom
A freedom song with a girded voice

Run and hide Mr. Tom.
Your days of immunity are all gone
Thanksgiving is around the corner.
The axe man is getting warmer.
Be the smartest turkey in the farm

An Autumn Requiem
Autumn has faded into wintertide
Threw its garments upon the ground
Begging for the mercy of the sun
And its gallantry that goes away t

Father Time, that stone hearted b
That scoundrel Prince of Darkness
Who steals our youth and chooses o
As our days zoom by our destiny we
That thief who steals our dermal m

My Labyrinth
As my curiosity led me to find a s
If I could recognize each step th
Firstly, I still don’t know how t
Far above our comprehension are hi

Melissa was a beautiful but sad yo
“About fifteen years ago, I was w
When he was elected to congress, e
I took her up on her proposal, and
One year later, Senator Griffith

Little Piccolo
Subtle little body that you are
Cutting through wild tempests afar
With no room to store your might
But yet up for a hell-raising figh

The Money Tree
What you sow today shall multiply
The bounty of life awaits you and
If you offer nothing to the earth,
The money tree becomes a symbol of

I of little value,
Summoned at my door
By a stately coachman,
Driving a diamond studded carriage
Pulled by a team of flying horses,

The certainty of life is its expir
The certainty of expiration is its
As the earth bows to the sun, the
The giver and taker away of
Summer’s temporary life, as the

Little Drummer Boy
Rudiments my laborious task ahead
Mental spaces they wait to be fed
A vacillating tap and a gentle sou
A quiet spirit to lift off the gro