The Lady Oriana Was dight all in the treasures of… And on her Grace a thousand grace… And thus sang they, fair Queen of… The fairest queen of twenty:
I look up, searching, I am found His eyes are on me, Love,
“There shall be weeping, and waili… I’d read it and read it again. And I’d heard of it preached from… warning me of the crisis I’m in. So, I pondered and tried to creat…
how can this be? i thought i would never see you ag… the thoughts that went through my… is it time for US to have one mor… or is it that we are going to scre…
For every day I would have to say Twisted reverence Is wasted service Be yourself or feel left out
By Stanley Collymore In the UK all wills are compulsor… in the public domain except those of the Windsors, Britain’s supposedly monarchical f…
They who have heard my song esteem… As public music, rhymes of common… Such as have every day an easy bir… And scanty night in favor to remai… I grant it may be I have sung in…
I’d like to hold you through the n… To not be condemned to life alone, To live this life with someone goo… To let the mind and heart atone, It seems there always comes an end…
I don’t care about birds but I thrill when the squirrels can’t get to the birdseed
Trisha Barrek Hopkins Sun 5/25/2008 8:10 AM I believe for me there is a soul m… And that we are meant to be And what brought us together again…
depression is like a sea of water. one second you can be standing over it controlling it, the next is takes you in a strong tidal wave and it controls you and if you are lucky enough yo...
You can be the change. You can be the difference in a per… Don’t doubt it. Shift your focus, empower yourself… Create your journey.
Cast the rod beyond the shore, pull it back bit by bit. Hook, cuts out a notch,
He flipped a coin, his resolve to… Heads, he doesn’t; tails, go forwa… Yes, full speed ahead; with all ha… It’s a toss-up; a challenge, an ex… But is it right? Leave everything…
I’m Drama. My love is The embrace of Death. Run! I’m an abusive God,
Looking I was missing something I couldn’… Me and this thing are playing a ga… I lost it I think and I don’t kno… Somewhere out there for sure, on a…
They said I wouldn’t see the pleasure legions. The leaders of giving. Mind setters and cleaners of deception. Instead I was told the greatest of gifts fell from Heaven. All the intelle...
OTRA NAVE DE LOCOS a Porfirio Barba-Jacob Me detengo a esperar en la proa de una nave de locos que naufraga, que avanza rompiendo con su quilla
Sometimes when I’m sleeping, When my mind is mostly open to The whispers and the mutterings Of silent, watchful people, All those ghosts, spirits and ange…
As i sit here, In the clouds I can’t stand up So i sit down I see them looking
Sweet, think how much the better i… If you thro’ life should thus pres… It really doesn’t matter much to m… But don’t you think you owe the wo… And don’t you think that thro’ som…
By Stanley Collymore Sickeningly, religious hypocrites: so-called Catholic nuns Sarah McDermott, Eileen Igoe and attendant likewise with their acco…
Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no hee… Broadcast it o’er the land. Beside all waters sow;
You, oh my dear you. Piece of heaven for this world. You that have come and become. What a piece of art, what a piece of glorious soul.
i sit my arse on the kitchen table, munching on the warm and buttery croissant with a mug of hot espresso on the side. and sigh watching the patissier laminate the flat, white dough wit...
Time has past with altered age, Five and fifty all the same. A joke with friends to keep me tam… Balled up fists to spill my rage.
The innocence is lost the hunger grows inside her beautiful soul is completely a… but only for a moment, only for aw… She is lost to a desire unknown,
Gun sounds, blood splatter, and hi… Sirens, glass being broken, and fe… Cruel world. What a cruel world; not even the s…
It’s funny how I couldn’t write, So you must be really special, Because for the first time in a wh… I’m itching for my pencil. Writer’s block is stupid,
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”