I could walk the breadth of this l… Just to find wherever you now stan… But it’s all useless now, and that… If you love something, you need to… If you think what you saw is evide…
What a curtain Bisbee has That keeps Mexico subdued And influences the lands From which the Sierra was hewn. What purple folds keep Oaxaca
I’m sorry, I was thinking all day about kissing you.
I know the endings A beginning but im just too see through Not use to Being caught when
I cannot tell his story. He was o… To whom the riddle of our human li… Was strangely put, and who, becaus… And that he could not read it, die… Before he passed, the woman who st…
thoughts on my mind always lingers my hand and yours locked betwixt f… not a day go by that im not thinki… my feels and love for you will alw… some of my thoughts thats you need…
L’éclair passe à travers la bague Le diamant reste à ton doigt La ligne sortait du coin le plus s… Celle qui était à son bras formée… La femme souriait
Pale was the early day, Fog—white the winter air, When up a hill—side bare, Roughened with rimy grass, I took my thoughtless way.
When i screamed for help, you were always there, When i needed to laugh, or simply cry you offered your friendship and stood by. When life became to much to bare, and i just gave up, it...
Not power nor the casual hand of… Shall keep us whole in our disseve… It is a stink upon this pleasant s… So foul, the hovering buzzard sees… I ask you will it end therefore to…
Du Heilige! rufe dein Kind zur?ch… Wallenstein The woods? oh! solemn are the boun… Of the great Western World, when… And louder sounds the roll of dist…
By Stanley Collymore Boo hoo, quite plaintively sobs Kate Middleton, whatever on earth, will now expectantly become not just simply of my true
Sugar coated trees surrounded by the cold breath of l… Glazing everything it touches, binding us with sticky like sensat… bringing forth an almost good impr…
I had stopped to read a handbill o… Caught by the lettering. Thus it… ‘Programme of this night’s pieces,… The twentieth of October, ‘X. Y.… A piece in one act, and ‘Les Berg…
I hurt once again Not only me Ive hurt you The feelins have been Up and down
LAY a garland on my herse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say, I died true. My love was false, but I was firm
The acrylic piled on top of wax and canvas hangs above you. The scent of the tears dripping onto your lips is the scent of life’s brevity. It is the musky scent of a distant horizon emb...
I drank the drunk of self of dreams under the stars on night sky bright as futures person to whom to meet in the coming night and days with of quark of work and social play to my sel...
I’ll write you a buck of songs and… As I would do to your name if I c… I’m gonna become blind and deaf to… I’d do whatever it takes to forget… I’m gonna forget about every momen…
Although the story of our love be… In the long vista of the coming ye… All its fair smiles, its crosses a… And the hard trial and remorseless… At which we bought the priceless t…
if you were to ask me how i feel, i’d say you remind me of autumn, in the way that leafy color change isn’t beautiful enough to stop the…
I am all lights all comely lights now covered in soil I set in the darkness of your floo… The gates of humanity
Stop all the running, Stop all the fighting, No more, No more We just want are freedom To enjoy life,
She spread her wings and flew away Like a dove in The palms of my hand As I lay languidly On the warm beach sand
I lost my mother the day you said… I lost my mother, that day you sai… and no matter how hard you try, it… I try, for her, to forgive you of… But then she comes calling, so you…
I’ve not been one to take it slow, just like the tulips break through… in eager haste to taste of Spring. So likewise I want everything. Each day more warm,
There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heav’nly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flo… There cherries grow which none may…
Newsflash a massive Heatwave took over the world causing Heat fans to dance to the Streak, but they took a wrong turn on The Windy City Street, Someone told them to stay away from th...
By Stanley Collymore Oh the irony! Of the rabid right coupled with their odious organ grinders so ad nauseam banging on
Away with words that he wrote into… As dreams were dream’t, Away by the break of day hidden by… Shadows of yesterday remain hidden… Between his feet the grass is soft…