my soul my refuge my words are strength even when cast aside my eyes see the dawn forbidden lands
You light up my universe I look at the sky and it’s daytime… Shane Spielrein Victor Alfredo Ticlla Calla Agosto 31, ©2023
The boats go out and the boats com… Under the wintry sky; And the rain and foam are white in… And the white gulls cry. She sees the sea when the wind is…
The American cure for the boredom of meaninglessness is not to pursue meaning but to outpace boredom which is why our mass nihilism
In the groves of Africa from thei… the wildebeest, zebra, the okapi,… have enterd the marvelous. No grea… know I than the mind’s natural jungle. The wives of the…
Winter trees in the sand standing… howling winds and wisping leaves salty smells from roaring seas skies of blue and grounds of gray all look cold on this winter’s day
Doesn’t everyone at some point deal with addiction For some symptoms are mild while others are like Pulp Fiction It is a disease I truly believe one that can make an honest man thieve I...
Thy birthday opened with artillery… The flash and thunder of the break… At early dawn, a greeting salvo ga… While roared the outer crowded, jo… Glad heaven displayed its sunrise…
Tanagra! think not I forget Thy beautifully—storey’d streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet In clear Thermodon, and yet greet… The blythe and liberal shepherd bo…
O wretched man! Why lov’st thou… Which nought enjoys but cares and… What pleasure here, but breeds a w… What hour’s ease, that anguish d… No earthly joys, but have their di…
The walls consume the world But they don’t contain lives Awake again staring at million pai… That will never forget Repression
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
The Serene of three quarters My special rules and regulations Spoiled by a crack From a silly invitation Drop of the jaw
THE wish behind the thought is th… Of faith, and out of earth we buil… Life to each unschooled child of t… A fairy wand with which he thinks… The dark gate to a region vast and…
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Children, teachers and Punishment, Love, relationships and Judgements. Graffiti everywhere,
Life, what does it mean? Really w… Many people live, but they live wi… To see their sons with hungry. Maybe we need use more our brain and forget what we feel, with this…
Bide thi time! it’s sure to come, Tho’ it may seem tardy,— Thine’s a better fate nor some: If tha’s but a humble home, Yet thart strong an hardy;
Life is a game of Truth or Dare in which you never lose if you choose dare and where you never win if you choose truth
By Stanley Collymore Lift up yuh voices and shout loud… “Crop Over Festival is once more… Uh time fuh fun an’ relaxation too… nuh inhibitions please, as dat
If I fall, will you catch me agai… And where was I when you caught m… When we promised that promises wer… back when forever meant always? If always meant forever, why could…
I’m no trash, no useless piece of… please don’t tear me into pieces,… throw them into trash bin. I’m nobody’s enemy, have committed… please don’t arrest me in a dingy…
AH, turn your pretty eyes away! You would not have me love again? Love’s pleasure does not live a da… Immortal is Love’s pain, And I am tired of pain.
We are little children, That go to Sabbath school, To hear of our Redeemer, Likewise the golden rule. We will try and do our duty,
Jesus, from whom all blessings flo… Great builder of thy church below, If now thy Spirit moves my breast… Hear, and fulfil thine own request… The few that truly call thee Lord…
A heavy blanket woven from threads… The quiet sigh of humans on their… Feeling the oneness that comes fro… A cool window to lean against As you nod off on a Friday aftern…
Be wary of me Do not become a foe The best way to understand Is to compare me to a crow I do not forget a face
some men carry guns with clips, so… some men draw confidence from thei… some men what something that will… not just a piece of ass some men pretend they know, some m…
I am writing loving poems, Hoping that I’ll see you soon, On a sleepy Monday morning, On a lazy afternoon. Flowers pink and green and purple,
There’s a barrel-organ carolling a… In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music’s not immortal; but… And fulfilled it with the sunset g… And it pulses through the pleasure…