Wiped away that fake smile Sleeping soundly at night Feeling the warmth in my heart The future seems bright Breathing easy now
Its 3am in the morning, And the darkness closes in, The nightmares booked for passage, Each night the trip begins, Cold sweat is what awakens you,
By Stanley Collymore Genuine love can sometimes be so overwhelming that most regrettably it doesn’t work out, and so unfortuna…
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
Verse 1: Why’s it always gotta be so fast? Why don’t anybody wanna slow down? I’m tired of feeling like I gotta catch up just to stand around. Don’t anybody want to sleep? Are the drugs...
Preach me, teach me Hold me, know me I’m not alone now, Think I’m arou… Running along side prisoners for a… Let’s just rock with the sounds of…
De Young (in Chicago the story is… ‘Took his life in his hand,’ like… And stood before Buckley-who thou… For Buckley, the man-eating monst… ‘Count fairly the ballots!’ so ran…
Some have learn’t many tricks of s… Instead of truth they use equivoca… And eke it out with mental reserva… Which, to good men, is an abominat… Our smith of late most wonderfully…
The only thing I admit is I may have been mean I may have been doing to much but I’m over it no respect just neglecting and my cons protest never win I do my best to love you to do you ...
Whenever I see you, I don’t get butterflies in my tumm… I’m saying lies I told you that I like you Not knowing what might happen
there is no middle. everyone leans to or fro, dependin… there is no neutral. everyone spurns and denies their n… those to be impressed.
1 Star that bringest home th… 2 And sett’st the weary labour… 3 If any star shed peace, ’tis… 4 That send’st it from abo… 5 Appearing when Heaven’s bre…
A ritual for the year about to tur… We drive off, ceremonious, under a… star-pricked and clear. A tinsel-c… fades in floodlight over the lots.… close in, the early wisps of a win…
We were once inseparable You and I... I took your advice Nurturing me Protected me...
By Stanley Collymore Personally speaking and blatantly… where specifically I come from: th… distinctly medieval-mindset, dicta… Bantustan, Bantu Saudi that I pr…
The long September evening dies In mist along the fields and lanes… Only a few faint stars surprise The lingering twilight as it wanes… Night creeps across the darkening…
When her pert lips whispered, “Ex… My recitation stopped to grant her… The splatter behind the private sc… Recalled not Brahms, but music le… Notes of close cares in rapt relie…
A press to the pedal and you’ll he… Deep, Powerful, Intimidating. With a shell of flawless cherry, 'TRANSAM’ stamped across my for… There is no stopping me.
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
The longer I live the greater Mar… compared with those who have tried… The man had integrity, guts, ideas… It was heartbreaking in the Sixti… filled with hope for change in Ame…
Behind bars from the mistakes I m… Criminal, I am falsely accused, My dreams all slowly fade, You’ll never understand prison sho… Coming right down,
Hum Bum Glum Was a Chinaman with a Tum He used to go before he Come He was born three foot from his M… Hum Bum Glum
Would you still love me, if I went crazy and lost my
She lays there Tears rolling down her face like s… As she gasps out for air, She cries for help.
By Stanley Collymore I’m fully cognizant of the very obvious fact that the Exocet missile is French and that clearly without its evidently geni…
Wine one too many Last evening’s raucous party Hangover likely Need a cold shower Then the neighbor’s lawnmower
This place is made up of hallways… Teachers who think their class is… And people who really seem more li… Hundreds of lessons getting cramme… Making it harder to even think thr…
when the anger has surpassed my sa… my words will change as well as th… the thickening of my skin once aga… i don’t know how to put this hurt… even if i could would i waste one…
Two-way looking glasses: attach unmatched seasons. Pardon glowing passes; weigh sweet reasons.
You are the Merry men, dwarfs of… Who can get your hand through the… And make your bells jingle outside… Prove there’s life beyond, and on… 'Tis trying to find that we are mo…