By Stanley Collymore It’s high time for this expensive pantomime to end! Obviously so, discernibly quite relative to a very privileged bunch of taxp…
The pain that comes when I think… Is a type of pain that I thought… Now all these things, they’re comi… This life is just something I can… You said you thought you were losi…
One can hold faith without perfect… The reverse is the greatest decept… Forced to kneel to ideals of the b… Yet I have seen the heathens retu… Created not for a position divine
I Question “To Be”, Perhaps, breathing, walking, Talking and thinking is what is me… Though, each of us is different in… We all share a commonality.
The machine of war Put forth to succeed A mere pawn to their eyes In the Chess board of greed Money they shout
Mama aint nothing but a fool Took that man back after he made h… I see it rewinding and playing ove… Mama too soft, she dont see it Too kind hearted, too weak.
Life can give you, many things, ye… Though, this coffee, wakes me up,… With, the first, sip I take, memo… As, I look back, at past events,… I think, of walks, along a trail,…
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skie… Bathed in soft airs, and fed with… What more than magic in you lies, To fill the heart’s fond view? In childhood’s sports, companions…
In a thousand years when possessio… And a thousand more where metal i… When the past lays bare with scat… Days remembered long ago as ancien… Our lives forgotten, devoured into…
When you make a deal with the Dev… Your heart is no longer a beautifu… You have a gorgeous home, and beau… But it is that emptiness inside of… You gave in very quickly as he off…
Scarce and hard to find is the abi… In your presence looking into your… It took a lot for me to let my gua… Telling you just how much I love… What it takes to answer all of you…
I still remember your smile, And the way you made us all laugh, I’m glad all the time we had spent… Was captured through a photograph You will forever
through out the day smiles and laughter what a beautiful day with the sun shining as time goes by The night comes sitting in my bed so many thoughts start.Start to fulfill my mind, my h...
Columbus hail’d them with a father… Fruits of his cares and children o… With tears of joy, while still his… Their course adventurous o’er the… Thus, when o’er deluged earth her…
It hurts. It really does. I can feel the pain. It’s tearing through my chest. Is there a cure?
This tree has two million and seve… Perhaps I missed a leaf or two bu… at having persisted in counting by… and marked down on paper with penc… Adding them up was a pleasure I c…
I struggle may bend but i’ll never fold searching for love & seeking happiness on the hardwst of days p.u.s.h pray until something happens i was raised to put God first then let the lit...
LITTLE white clouds, why are yo… Over the sky so blue and cold? Fair faint hopes, why are you lyin… Over my heart like a white cloud’s… Slender green leaves, why are you…
Pass Or Stay
When among creatures fair of count… Love comes enformed in such proud… So far as other beauty yields to h… So far the breast with fiercer lon… I bless the spot, and hour, and ci…
By Stanley Collymore For those of you genuinely in love… lovingly and successfully being ab… mutually share your combined lives… constructively loving partnership…
a tale or two, in ink I will tell. ...
A vision of the Lamb. Rev. 5:6-9. All mortal vanities, begone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ear… Behold, amidst th’ eternal throne,
By Stanley Collymore You positively mean everything in… and always will do, I honestly and… promise you; and, what’s more, rea… and willingly confirm that from my…
Again the warm bare earth, the noo… That hangs upon her healing scars, The midnight round, the great red… The mother with her brood of stars… The mist-rack and the wakening rai…
you stand 50 feet away. you can see yourself close to the… but you can’t see yourself falling… as weeks go by, you’re suddenly 40 feet away.
We used to worry about selling out; now we’re terrified of not buying in
No more with overflowing light Shall fill the eyes that now are f… Nor shall another’s fringe with ni… Their woman-hidden world as they d… No more shall quiver down the days
She picks up her drum. Asks for it’s permission. Her hands caress it. The skin of the living meets the skin of the dead.
They leave us– artists, singers, a… When London calls aloud, Commanding to her Festival The gifted crowd. She sits beside the ship-choked T…