Mothers overwhelm us with laughter… Fathers are devotional teachers. Grandmothers exceed at loving and… a very best friend is someone to c… Grandfathers are treasures with co…
(News Item:Scientists photographed men’s faces, then measured their testosterone levels. They showed these photos to women, asking them which men they would prefer for sex and which ...
In search of truth. In search of… In search of good. In search of r… If you seek to know what’s true, use as your guide this one sure cl… For each belief or grand insight -
Alone he stands, no where to go. Alone he stands, where he does not… Alone he sits, with a tear in his… Alone by himself he whimpers a sad… Alone in the dark he now wakes.
By Stanley Collymore Whether or not there’s actually a… really when it comes to assessing… our respective lives: for example… decisions we make, how we perceive…
what makes up color, especially the color gold? maybe it’s the shine and luster, or something impossible to be sold… i think it’s the sun,
A devotion I implore. Admiration to explore. Not an unheard notion of pure emot… To refuse is bad news. Don’t confuse my Muse.
I happened in Gosh on an ancient… In the land of Glugs far, far awa… Where the skies are green and the… And the citizens rarely troubl’d t… Each had a vote; they were proud o…
Kindness is a virtue, It’s not very hard to do, It’ll probably benefit you. Teach someone how to tie a shoe, It’ll give you someone to woo,
All I know is the easy escape Drown any problem in liquor The bottle has always determined m… A bad way of dealing with life and… But it’s my choice, my vice, that…
It’s hard to enter circling clockwise and counter clockwise moving no regard for time, metrics irrelevant to this dance
All my life, bearing the heart of the shipmate, he saved my life as i was almost to pass with all my strength i lept to his chest-he took me to his chest, our hearts s...
He built a tower for all to see, With sun-washed gardens planted wi… And there with pomp of pageantry, With men-at-arms and minstrelsy And moonbeam ladies fair and free,
Judged, by all, who think they kno… As the mirror, holds a reflection,… Yes, the heart, is beating, the so… It drums out, it’s steady beat, in… Locked, in utter silence, isolated…
By Stanley Collymore You talk constantly and convenient… of your undying love for me and as well fancifully speculate about us sharing the future together, stubb…
I’m a gay tra, la, la, With my fal, lal, la, la, And my bright— And my light— Tra, la, le. [Repeat.]
God picked up a pen Opened a book Titled it as me And I started to breathe Draft after draft
The idea of becoming an angel To myself I thought I was more pr… I was quiet Though if you were to cut me open… You still can’t see thru yourself
Those who I met before, Remind me of Edgar Alan Poe. Those who I want to met, Can nobody find, Perfection does not exist.
“Down the rabbit hole you shall go… “Which path you choose”, “nobody k… “Be happy with what ya got”, “Life is short, Death is not”, “We will only be here a short whil…
Here the white-ray’d anemone is bo… Wood-sorrel, and the varnish’d but… And primrose in its purfled green… Pallid and sweet round every buddi… Gray ash, and beech with rusty lea…
Totally random thoughts with no pu… Who are you? Do you feel worthless? What is your purpose in life? Do you work, provide?
Time’s mysteries await no one’s expectations, and or life; Moments left... in what once was paradise
By Stanley Collymore I don’t know what it is that you r… of me, nevertheless I’m sentient e… to know that if your intentions we… honourable you would have said
It’s a search that’s lasted ages A secret shared by few, The desire to understand A love shared by two. Surrender was on its way
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna– layered flatbed truckload: hardtop
Knives cut it All out before What we find Is never sure Clang of
September-6-2007/June-21-2014 Trisha Barrek Hopkins A soul taken too soon She had unfinished business down h… But you just had to have her soul
This tequila sunrise will never co… If these old bags are here dusk ti…
Once there was a little girl born to one so lost who cherished her but was not there to tell her