If I was an artist I would paint the sky a beautiful… I would start with a paintbrush in… weather-beaten leather canvas Moving my hand so smoothly across…
Give us the T.N.T. dynamite to t… and the resolve to rot juniper ber… as the rabid means to render junip… plus a trough, bath tub, barrel, b… that’s no higher than the contusio…
That’s not what I meant, You’ve misunderstood. Please come back, I didn’t mean to be rude. Don’t walk away from me,
A devil that causes trouble A devil that is a disastrous mess Yet he’s there to wipe my tears an… He’s there to pull me through my h… Even through his own
There are things we wish were diff… And there are things we’re glad ar… At times we know we’re happy, And moments we know we’re sane, We hold on to those moments,
Look what someone has gone and don… Turned two buildings into none. The Pentagon was the next one hit Will this nightmare ever quit? Who would cause such death, destru…
Before the birds awaken my slumber The sound of canon fire roaring li… Milly and Sean and the neighbour… We hide in a cubbyhole away from t… English accents are all abound as…
Don’t be fooled by the face I wea… And none of them are me. Don’t be fooled, please don’t be f… I give you the impression that I’… And that I need no one. But don’t…
Dylann Roof defended himself in the sentencing phase of his tri… after he was convicted of killing nine people during a Bible study, the nine people who welcomed him
Deep down inside my private mind, encircled by barbed wire fences, my world, my pride, my haven, my autonomy, my island, my secret theories, my wilderness,
Fingers grazing up your sides, watching you squirm and worm, and wiggle. Your laughter rings like bells, your joking threats as well. You twist and whirl but nothing doing, I’ve got y...
In cockroach central; cross manager’s change of tune - free hotel breakfast!
They mustered us up with a royal d… In wearisome weeks of drought. Ere ever half of the crops were in… Or the half of the sheds cut out. ’Twas down with the saddle and spu…
MY Christian name, my Christian… I never hear it now: None have the right to utter it, ‘T is lost, I scare know how. My worldly name the world speaks l…
Electrocutions show our love of ri… We give the favored one a kingly f… As well as pen and ink so he can w… The thoughts we all will prize whe… We see his every need is now addre…
I bet you get told you’re pretty I bet you get told you’re beautifu… It pains me to say that I bet you… It should give you joy that I thi… I can’t describe you in a simple s…
By Stanley Collymore Britain’s main problem, and a very serious one, is not migration or even the cost of living. Rather, it is the quite distinct and extre…
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
I’m alone to walk the path of life… Every 24 hours seems like 24 days. I counted on people to be next to… I look up, asking “why is this tru… No emotion to cry out. It is held…
The Revolutionary series is finished. I’m glad to be able to get it all posted before the end of the year, because I have another new concept series that I will be starting sometime in ...
Lost Do you ever feel lost? Don’t know which way to go? Your conscience is struggling, For answers not known?
When dreams turn into nightmares… When love turns to hate I reach o… When happiness turns to dissapoint… When dark clouds hang over me you… When my focus turns to materialist…
Dedicated to Louis Becke You are now in London town, Louis Becke, Keeping up your old renown, Writing yarns of women brown,
After decade of wait, you say that… It’s just a phase that will fade,… If it had to fade, it would have i… I am still waiting for that tomorr…
They lost their son He lost his brother There was no other Way to save him They helped and guided
V.8,9,13,14 C. M. Prayer and hope. Soon as I heard my Father say, “Ye children, seek my grace,”
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
She didn’t have to ask. The offered needle cauterised. It’s owner, feeling her desired ow… gave itself, willingly.
Crowned in moonlit cloud, she who makes the roses blush and… her of whom the willows wail, whose very breath the wind doth ch… she who glides through moonshone g…
Parting for Australia. HERE sitting by the fire I aspire, love, I aspire— Not to that 'other world’ of your… But one as nigh and nigher,