Ignite my mind and anchor my soul Draw me some life and Birth my em… I reluctantly walk through the sha… That continuously consume the eart… Why do the sweet roses of her hand…
It takes guts to admit you don’t belong but it’s easy to read a sign that says No admission
BORD áPlouffe, Bord áPlouffe, W’at do I see w’en I dream of you… A shore w’ere de water is racin’ b… A small boy lookin’, an’ wonderin’… He can’t get fedder for goin’ fly
I will break you With a word alone You will take heed Don’t you want some ease? Have you had enough?
Thyrsis, a young and am’rous Swai… Saw two, the Beauties of the Plai… Who both his Heart subdue: Gay Cælia’s Eyes were dazzling fa… Sabina’s easy Shape and Air
This I saw with my own eyes: A cliff-swallow Made her nest in a hole of the hig… There near Miller’s Ford. But no sooner were the young hatch…
Chelsea... A name like no other. A song shouldered upon the feather… A beauty, whose reflection is effi… Chelsea...
By Nature all men are sinners. Fools in their heart believe and s… “That all religion’s vain; There is no God that reigns on hi… Or minds th’ affairs of men.”
Even when it rises i still dont no… Reality hit but denial was too pow… Though i try to forgive and forget The feeling as strong as an ox rem… I fell over and hit my head
Too many days my minds been locked…
Everyone has heard the tales, The tales of Myths and Legends. Most of them not true, But all were once believed. Why is a question on it’s own,
I will give you bread and flowers hot chocolate and my sin circa alive, Ill take golden showe… Im only strong when its within Cascading days on higher tunes
Nothing of itself is in the still’… A still submission to each exterio… Still as a pool, accepting trees a… A candid mirror that never a breat… Nor drifted leaf,—as if of a singl…
‘Let there be Liberty!’ God said,… The red skies all were luminous.… Struck first Columbia’s kindling… One hundred and eleven years ago!' So sang a patriot whom once I saw
A breeze blows fragrances through… And the aromas you can almost see, A thunderstorm leaves the air cris… And fond memory soon roams free, With a faint aroma of jasmine clos…
Dearest Warrior.. You went through many You survived. The Bruises The wounds.
Under the wintry skies, Sundered from home and kin, With patience and love in her eyes… Mary is journeying. The angels keep watch and ward,
Tormented or in Love, Satisfied or Harassed, Eyes open or looking at the past, Because good things seldom last, We are human shaped and molded,
beautiful in everyone’s eyes, but her own. kind in everyone’s eyes, but her own. lovely in everyone’s eyes,
I will walk into this hurricane an… I will travel in peace with that g… I will ground your lightning again… I will mull my scarred skin into s… I will outlive this native curse.
I dance but you don’t see I dance but you don’t feel I dance but you
I read in your delighted Face, The Nuptial Bands are ty’d: From me congratulate her Grace, Young Portland’s lovely Bride. Tell her, an humble, artless Muse
No doubt if I asked you You would say the truth never lies But if I proved you wrong Would you truly be surprised? Could you speak?
By Stanley Collymore Beautiful isn’t it our meeting eac… better still is being afforded the… know you. That really blows my pro… I must confess apart from doing lo…
Warped... gland-dry... With spine askew And body shrunken into half its sp… Well-used as some cracked paving-s… Bearing on his grimed and pitted f…
In a motion of night they massed n… I hummed a short blues. When the… I studied my weapons system. Grenades, the portable rack, the y… of the anthrax-ray: in order. Yes,…
It is winter and it is dark Yet the heat sickens us. The stench of sweat sits like fog and suffocates the senses. None of us sleep,
One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.
They say you are ugly They say you are a nobody They say you are dumb They say you are abnormal You are not ugly, your beautiful
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION Why should I hate you, love, or w… For that last proof of tenderness… The battle is not always to the br… Nor life’s sublimest wisdom to the…
