The wind hears many secrets As he blows at his election. Only a hearer at best— He mulls them over and again But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
He. To what, love, shall I liken thee… Thou, methinks, shalt firstly be A blue flower with nodding bells In the hollow of a tree.
“Gentle pilgrim, tell me why Dost thou fold thine arms and sigh… And wistful cast thine eyes around… Whither, pilgrim, art thou bound?” “The road to Zion’s gates I seek;
I don’t know how it started to bui… Display We should give the wild to them Since it has no freedom it’s somew… MarineLand or zoo
Where do I begin and you end? Let us partake in the liquor prepa… Our love and juniper berries. Fermented, fresh-pressed fruit From the seeds of our mothers and…
Once upon a time in soot-stained London, in that especial neighbourhood, July clouds cast a majestic pavilion in balmy heaven as high summer steeps the burnished cobblestones and scuffe...
By Stanley Collymore Well done quisling mind-set Pierr… Trudeau and your equally odious likeminded Nazi morons in the Canadian parliament; the spirits i…
Alone at the loner stoner home of… I smell smoke and step a bit forwa… into to the tunnel of bright night… with chocolate and him shining lig… I cannot rhyme with a stuffed mout…
Today is yesterday, the future is… I tried my best, I gave it my all… We all knew this wouldn’t last, Now I look like the fool. I tried to change,
Trapped inside of a dream never to weak again lost trapped by the self confidence of the monster behind the mirror saddened by the never ending rain of pain and as the drops fill the ri...
Curly hairs fallen on your face Kissing your charming cheeks Having fun of the moment Gently swaying to the wind Blinking eyes looking all over,
Hobnelia. Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale, In pensive mood rehears’d her pite… Her piteous tale the wind in sighs… And pining echo answers groan for…
Our civilization has gotten around God’s injunction to be our brother… by being our little brother’s book…
Mail-day, and over the world in a… The bundles of letters are dumped… And all that is dear to the person… Around us again like filings aroun… And war stands aside for an hour a…
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The money take with no brakes it aint safe it wasn’t us if he still had hands and face
She was born in the season of fire… When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson Destr… And none knew the name of her sire But the woman; and she, ashen grey…
PEACE! what do tears avail? She lies all dumb and pale, And from her eye The spirit of lovely life is fadin… And she must die!
Heading down a dirt road My heart still intact But breaking as the memories Keep coming back I kept thinking it was me
As I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the forbidden hours. I paced the long and lonesome way
Let it be known that my body wishe… let it be known I have no control… let it be known, as I sit here wit… that this is not me this is my body
Who’s fingers are these? Tapping these keys? I’m not sure..... the bones,… But who is the person....? I get… No real substance, places, names,…
You have brought so much meaning to my life, You make me feel like the only girl in the world, You made me believe that
Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall… Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is… What voice shall rouse the dull wo… And lead its requiem as when Grie… And thou in thy rapt youth, Time’…
At the wake of each day He yawns loudly and stretches With a long chewing stick from a b… He picks his molars and premolars And with water yesterday is wiped…
Remember when you nearly bled out. Look, look where you are now. Remember when you tried to keep me… Look, look who is above ground. Remember when you cried yourself t…
There’s so much hurt and there’s s… In the end you’re on your own to f… My dead Eyes have spoken the true… My poor eyes, lifeless with no sou… There’s no hope or ambition beneat…
From the depths of my soul I am not freed Stab my heart twice Til I bleed Nothing but numbness
I’ve lived in The past for so long that I forgot what happiness actually meant, like if I’m stuck In the moment, like if all these memories have taken control of my future and my feelin...
Si la lengua es un músculo, que tu vagina sea mi gimnasio.