Power scolded by a crimson cut A life worth living but Cut short cut deep Residue of a lonely weep Price to pay to steep
From the trees the leaves came dow… until we joined hands with a wand and that act enabled them somehow then to reach the ground where they scuttered round our fee…
Once upon a time, I too believed… I once upon a time believed in hid… But as the world gets older so do… And as much as I am bold I am jus… Once upon a time, I loved like no…
where can you go when you want to… when everything’s the same and the… and the scenery is different but t… what can you look for when there’s… and you’ve been running, you’ve be…
Of me never mention when you give love another try giver her all of your attention of the past don’t whine or cry for she will think you live there
Treasure my body and hold it gentl… I’m glass to you. Speak with sweet words and self-aw… I’m worth the kindness to you. Look at me deeply and meaningfully…
Time nebulous unfolds ~ twisting bulbous entity. Pressing back the void, forever riding on the cusp of Now. Crystallising ethers of tomorrow,
WINTER WINTER in England is so unpredictable snow or not to snow? SPRING
As AI gets smarter and smarter we’ll grow cuter and cuter until like a pug who struggles to breath… we’re too cute for our own good
Down here in Cactus Center we ain… In the fancy shades of language we… But we’re shy one young reporter—i… Who mussed up a brilliant future w… He hustled local items for the 'S…
Great Joseph D. Redding-illustri… Considered a fish-horn the trumpet… That goddess was angry, and what d… Her trumpet she filled with a gall… And all through the Press, with a…
By Stanley Collymore This has absolutely nothing at all to do with envy or any form of an impassioned disrespect for one’s own country. Since in fa…
I called the house and my sister a… Can I speak to Mrs. —-? I tried to sound like a telephone… and, when my mother came on the li… I said I wasn’t coming home.
Into the wild full speed ahead, Life moves like a runaway steed, Away from the submerged slowness, Dragging anchors on the bottom, Carrying blinded riders on its bac…
TO THE QUEEN LADY and Queen, for whom our lau… Upon whose head the glories of our… In one immortal diadem are met, Embodied England, in whose woman-…
Rain-drop on leaf, rheumy-stained; A single, impenetrable world falli… Holding, the difference between yo… It plays out its hair-tortoise fro… Elongates, encompasses all;
A table, covered in bills and book… A bowl of cereal scattered cables And mugs of tea, coffee and I’m out of orange juice Missing screws and balancing badly
I trudge a path that’s paved with… One that I have from the very day… I quiver at this junction ponderin… One way is an extension of the pat… Another leads to greener meadows,…
By Stanley Collymore Accidents are a general factor of life not particularly welcomed but usually psychologically put up with all the same. But alth…
Everyone’s eating. Maybe I shoul… I’m not hungry Finally, a break. Two hours and… I don’t want a break I wonder when we’ll get back to wo…
When the cigarette you lit burns o… You’ll have the option of relighti… We are the same way We can find our spark again We can intoxicate each other’s lun…
I wanna know what you think about… when the wind blows or when the sun shines i wanna tell you to be mines i wanna lay with you as sun comes…
When I studied jazz years ago at music school, I asked my piano teacher to write down some riffs and turnarounds, (melodies based off of chord progressions leading to a new chord or key...
HORACE When you were mine in auld lang sy… And when none else your charms mig… I’ll not deny, Fair nymph, that I
Earthquakes, winds, hurricanes, tornadoes, fire.......they all have a way of controlling my mind. I am at war with the atmosphere. I fight to try and not be consumed by the weather. I b...
Love, when the present is become t… And dust has covered all that now… When many a fame has faded out of… And many a later fame is fading fa… If then these songs of mine might…
Still Night Above the Sleeping L… Still night above the sleeping lak… The sounds of life are silenced as… Soft upon the welcoming grass I l… Watching the indifferent stars dri…
Bored and uninterested, That’s the feeling I have, Something in me died As soon as I read that HRM book Who ever decided to write this boo…
Blessed are the kids who show all of there emotions. You need them to survive. To stay alive, I’ve got to tell you something that you really should know. It’s about me and you and how I...
I punched a wall Then a built a house. I stepped on an ant. Then I saved a mouse. I cussed at my love