How sweetly come the holy psalms From saints and martyrs down, The waving of triumphal palms Above the thorny crown The choral praise, the chanted pra…
La breve intension de mirarte sin develar mi intension y que tu aliento no se quede mucho tiempo en mi me han hecho pensar, y con guante magico planeo la forma literal decirte sin perde...
Late December: my father and I are going to New York, to the cir… He holds me on his shoulders in the bitter win… scraps of white paper
You sighed in your sleep. I bet you never noticed the sounds that you made while you drank your morning coffee. You
Milton, our noblest poet, in the g… Of youth, in those fair eyes and c… That brow untouched by one faint l… To mar its openness, we seem to tr… The front of the first lord of the…
The longer I lay here awake and a… A zone where I dwell and ponder o… Awake and Alone I lay in a zone w… Awake and Alone I lay in a zone w… Awake and Alone I lay in a zone w…
My favorite sin Rainbow in the dark you are Nightmare fantasy
Sweet bird, whom the winter constr… And seldom another it can— To seek a retreat while he reigns In the well-shelter’d dwellings of… Who never can seem to intrude,
Scientists insist that 95% of the… consists of undetectable, unknowab… because this belief makes their ca… Like you and me the little that they do know
Your eyes shine into mine Taking my perception to another di… And I’m lost in your sea It floats me further than any vaca… Do you feel as I do, strange elec…
By Stanley Collymore Determination garlanded with basic… and an acutely perceptive awarenes… you want for your beloved country, Scotland; redeemable and conspicuo…
Oh! Spring time, I await thee ... to watch you dispel the Winter’s f… you’ll be every where as our belat… bringing new life from your treasu… Oh! Spring time, I await thee ...
God better have an excuse For letting kids get abused The starving children give them so… Making us follow all of these laws I give you applause
Red rose red rose . Point me to the one that knows . Show me how to be strong . When the winter has come . And the waters have froze .
Brown. Skin like chocolate milk Skin so cream and colorful. Skin you wish you’ve had. Skin you have to crave from afar.
She cries out She’s Crashing, Spiralling down, Heplessly,
Grace, 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to mine ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound… And all the earth shall hear. Grace first contrived the way
Down by thee ocean shore Beneath the pier Lies a girl with a broken soul And bloody tears Bruises on her arms
My child, let your life come into the world of darkness and thank them in silence. You know, my child, they are cruel in their greed and envy, their words are disguised knives thirsting...
It’s not the words that make me wa… It’s not the way you look or dress It’s not the visage of your image It’s not the way you say my name It’s not about what others think
Fight to Keep it Bright Our rights as a nation and our peo… were threatened and this I must sa… This tragic thing happened on the… of September 2001 and eleventh day…
Starts with 'T’ ends with 'T’, Smashing in between you and me, In the Remembrance of US, But not worth all this fuss. Dawn and dusk, bran and husk,
Hold me, Just as the soil holds the roots o… Kiss me, My lips are sweet nectar and you a… Touch me,
Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. If on some night of cold
I want to sail until the ends of t… In search of my October Country My caravel will be moved by the dr… The dream of discovering a land th… Where every morning will be Sunda…
The ego always has three choices: 1. It can listen to the id and do what it wants to do 2. It can listen to the superego a… what it is supposed to do
I don’t want to be in your bed she… And I don’t want you tangled up i… I made my bed this morning. I don’t want you in my bed sheets, Tangled up in them
AT THE REVERE HOUSE, SEPTEMBER 25,1861 THE land of sunshine and of song! Her name your hearts divine; To her the banquet’s vows belong
on one will ever truly know me how can they when they never even… because i smile they assume i’m ha… no one knows me i hide behind a m… they juts never did get it
By Stanley Collymore I’ve tried all my life to be civil… everyone I meet, but alas with some people it just doesn’t work– and you, I’m