the movers came today; three short, muscled guys one by one they carried all of his possession… to the yellow truck,

Plumes of thick grey smoke rising A few miles in the distance Just our hopes and dreams burning Our nation ne’er had a chance! Sadly, thieves still rule the land

Twas love at first sight Or Cupid’s dart gone astray Tis not a cliché Yes, they fell head over heels Shared attraction unreal

Three o’clock in the morning He woke up, quickly out of bed He’s ready, though still yawning To go to mass, with eyes so red For it’s nine days till Christmas

Trifling it isn’t Life’s a very precious gift That goes quick and swift Something we should never waste So don’t spend our days in haste

Pumpkin spice and bales of hay Marshmallows and cinnamon Caramel and iced latté Golden leaves and harvest moon All the signs October’s here

With His mighty hands Built the grandeur of nature For us to enjoy The wren’s cheerful song God’s soft and tender whisper

Buds on trees flow’ring With the mercury rising Soon will be blooming Crystal brook tinkling The sound of water flowing

The Eagle and the Dove Within each man, two natures fight The eagle fierce, the dove at ease One claims the sky, one offers pea… Together bound in shared birthrigh…

Giant balls of fire Lit up the ebony sky Terrorizing all Houses left and right Set ablaze heavenly flames

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

It is time to go Every night he prays steadfast That it be his last Pleasures have deserted him Tomorrows are looking grim

Within the heart a battle stirs Two shadows locked in endless figh… One born of dark, one born of ligh… Each wrestles for the life it spur… The darker pulls with subtle lies

My young son threw a ball at me But sadly, he caught me unaware And it bounced right in front of m… Oh! I melted at his wounded stare… Perhaps more focused I should be

Even the worst of days Have enjoyable moments And the morning sun May hide behind clouds so grey Remember that beautiful roses