October-19-1998 Trisha Barrek Hopkins All these lies I’m getting sick of them Sometimes I think I should say my…
My Senses My eyes see, blackness My ears hear, monotone My tongue, tasteless My hands touch, feelingless.
By Stanley Collymore I hated you, not because of anythi… to me, anyone I know and care abou… stood for, have said or possibly p… doing; because the truth is you we…
Smile at u everyday when I see u ....lay my head on ur shoulder every time when I am crying ......but fear to jeopardize what we have in front of our eyes ...... and scared to break ur ...
FOR one whole day and a long nigh… We made our camp In a she-oak grove by a coastal sw… Our tent gleamed white in the she-… Whose falling hair
On Friday, 13th of November, I feel the cold, trasparent grin, Of something deadly. As I wake up, I don’t pressume, Predict or wait,
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
And the river gates flooded open like a damn that had finally been let down I was down open, could I be touched
We were once children. Worry-free and guided by worried p… Our parents, full of care and comp… Abundant in love, pouring it all o… We were always one of these.
Awake wide awake still... experience living so awesome... the world as part of all and me ...still awake, alive and well.
By Stanley Collymore A maturity that’s self-evident and… needs neither embellishment, quali… explanation; for to do any of thes… things would be similarly as super…
Go count the violets on April’s b… And all the rosy censers swung by… Yea, every flower that opens, late… Till autumn lays the gentle tribe… Reckon the inmates of each downy n…
There once was a young boy Who had a French horn He received it as a toy On the day he was born. And on every day and night
Judicial cannabis proceedings are… They’re prosecutions of great immo… A continued blight on the justice… And despicable treatment of folks… Their unnecessary appearances at c…
I came home and she was sitting in… I was dumbfounded on why she was t… But something told me that her con… She stood up and came my way For a moment I was thinking of wh…
They built his mound of the rough,… By the dip of a desert dell, Where all things sweet are killed… And scattered o’er flat and fell; In a burning zone they left him al…
Stay, season of calm love and soul… There is a subtle sweetness in the… The ripples on the stream’s breast… The wind more boisterously by me b… And each succeeding day now longer…
The daily controversies, Are leading me nowhere. I wanted to find The faith, love, philosophy everyw… But perfection doens’t coincide
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ALCOHOLIC You fear no one and nothing. While others accept the day’s tide of dull business that washes away… you are always navigating
a swan, some say it is what guides… it glides through out your mind in… every breath it takes though leavi… it warms your touch though leaving… it craves passion
There once was an old monk of Bas… Whose salads were something amazin… But he told his confessor That Nebuchadnezzar Had given him hints upon grazing.
Suit up Little Soldier, Stand here straight and tall, Look me in the eyes and promise me That you’ll stand up to them all. You’ve got your hands in your pock…
You can’t see me My eyes are closed So you can’t look into them Besides, your eyes are closed too. You can’t touch me
IN the solemn days of old, Two men met in Boston town, One a tradesman frank and bold, One a preacher of renown. Cried the last, in bitter tone:
Jack Doe met Dick Roe, whose wif… And said: ‘I will get the best of… So pulling a knife from his boot,… It up to the hilt in the breast of… Then he moved that weapon forth an…
On a day not long ago;a woman came… And though it was just like a drea… Chained by circumstances;altered b… We held each other close at night;… As we seem to struggle;with the sk…
Mystics, moderates, minutia, and m… Moping matter mopping mops Mulling, muttering mouthing, monks Maybe, might be; motely motors Muddy mundane morbid modems
Driving in the dark I saw diamonds, Diamonds in the air, Diamonds everywhere, I’d have been wealthy,
Egypt’s might is tumbled down Down a-down the deeps of though; Greece is fallen and Troy town, Glorious Rome hath lost her crown… Venice’ pride is nought.