Um toque, um beijo, um afago O meu corpo e O teu em meu braço Um toque, um beijo e algo mais Para beber e
altiva y perdurable tu grandiosa silueta forjada por los años, por la sangre y la piel de la gente sencilla
Tonight I labor by sleeping light Crushing among the moon tears That glide my way Across the frigid wilderness of ha… And the dull, insipid waste of bre…
This is our land the legend is true Sparta, we die for you. “We will all return” he said “we carry our shields,
center Love is a simple thing, but we complicate it. We muddy it up with doubt and fear… Doubt in ourselves.
In the great green park with the w… The wooden palings so hard to clim… There are fern and foxglove, primr… And green things growing all the t… And out in the open the daisies gr…
By Stanley Collymore I was once haplessly obliged to ov… else on that public omnibus to Wor… monologue debilitatingly pretty an… it was actually so mindlessly unin…
Mother is strong, caring and dear love of child, boldly sincere Searching to be, all she can bear Mother is strong, caring and dear Doubt of self and those that she s…
I got ice in my veins Hate in my Heart A mouth full of Garbage That makes the woman I love cry I asked her “What if I told you…
Morbid dreams play on my mind Loveless smiles less than kind Demented pictures burn the heart Absurd thoughts from the start Demonic beings pressure my eyes
You know, you appear in my dreams In those rare cases when I manage… I’m glad I don’t lose you in my h… Because in the morning, I want to… Usually, these dreams are fragrant…
A temperate day filled angry space… The day before a tempest blew which splintered moods and cracked… to drippery splash; it muted hues… The smoke of plume pinched alley’d…
“In such a situation is the Sun, That he doesn’t seek to give light… He wants to be like the Moon: a b… He is no longer in a park giving l… “Would they not meet by day?
I was lost inside the midst of the… How I got lost here among the hum… Pushing the turbulence of supersti… Searching for the fortune healer I want to drown all my believes
We are all the same Wearing life’s worries on our face… Dimming the truth with scarred smi… Captured by the lusts of this worl… Without power nor example
By Stanley Collymore Please, don’t get too carried away… your good fortune at having fucked me, for I was at a loose end then and candidly couldn’t think
What do you do when its time to le… But your heart wont let it set fre… Everyday that we stay together, on… But the thought of starting over d… I know deep down this was uncondit…
Fall is sleeping in birds nests an… whistle wind chimes Can’t grasp how it happens in such… we lose so much & then find. Once I sat in a rainstorm, which…
By Stanley Collymore Geoff Boycott is a typical control freak, a sinister and rather proud of it manipulator and similarly
Five Senses? Why would I want them if Touch is weak when it goes through… Smell is not offering enough of su… Hearing is not needed when Soul i…
Why won’t you stop this? Everything is falling apart. The poison courses through you, It’s slowly breaking my heart. I’m losing hope I once had,
By Stanley Collymore I sleep and I dream; but asleep o… my thoughts are constantly with yo… that’s the impactful effect that y… obviously have on me; and to be
Out of nowhere Godly silence Out of nowhere – the noiseless god song – There is unwinding. There is amas…
O why are there eyes like these, That sparkle and dapple and tease, So wide with the morning, so deep… Dancing and gleaming in passioned… O why are there eyes like these?
Asked for a sip of rain Weather man now forcasts a hurrica… I might say, This whole ask and you shall recei… Is getting a bit insane.
What’s wrong with society today? We have this perfect, Insane image, Of how we should look, Inside our heads.
“She returned, with aporia. She kissed me, with satire. She said goodbye, with antipaphers… ... She promised to stay, with pro…
By Stanley Collymore I must be reaping the vengeance th… out for the sins committed in some… life; for I sure as Hell don’t kn… think of a solitary thing I’ve don…
My Father slept while I read my w… My Mother, by the fire, listening… Of what my Father saw or heard, I shall never know, Of what he shall tell me,
This ship has sailed We’re out at sea Uncertain waters Terrifies peacefully