Un respetable cangrejo detuvo su marcha, inspeccionó el terreno, nadie lo molestaría. El primer granito de arena fue depositado a unos centímetros, y uno a uno los siguientes elevaron e...
Left alone, they say, To abandon and betray. At my words they wont laugh, I pr… But, shall I be abandoned? Left feeling deadend?
The warm pulse of the nation has g… The muffled heart of Freedom, lik… Throbs solemnly for one whose eart… Wrought every mission well. Whose glowing reason towered above…
By Stanley Collymore Ah yes, the Windsors! The unelected and distinctly rather unaccountable, totally hypocritical free loaders.
Whence do ye come, ye creatures?… Is perfect as an angel! wings and… Stupendous in their beauty-gorgeou… In feathery fields of purple and o… Would God I saw a moment as ye do…
I wish I could hear your silent c… that made your throat go dry. I wish we had an intimate talk, maybe during a riverside walk. I wish our promises were true,
Love is good and Love is great And Love has been mixed into my f… For all the things that I do Now I have someone to tell them t… She’s always there, she’s always f…
It feels like I’m writ– ing an unauthorized au– tobiography
There is a power whose inspiration… Nature’s fair fabric, sun– and sta… Like airy dew ere any drop distils… Like perfume in the laden flower,… Unseen which interfused throughout…
And Yet Once Again ~~ Rob ~~ i run, i try to hide, you are to deep inside. You paint me your own shade,
I did something I’m not suppose t… I went and looked for the truth When I knew I could bare to hear… But I asked for the truth and you… I thought I needed the truth
I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring… Tall corn in summer,
Cities bathed in sun and blood, Our homes left orphaned. The sky is restless above her head… Hot scars on my body. And our familiar places are now li…
We traveled down this road before… All the things we saw before with… we hold on to the past again, what… To open up our eyes to see, we nee… In our hands we hold it all, yet w…
Depose your finger of that Ring, And Crowne mine with’t awhile Now I restor’t.—Pray, do’s it bri… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,
Los senderos de un bosque Revelavan mi destino Y me decian como era mi pasado Y mi futuro Me aterraba el saver
You got your real ones and you got your fake ones but they’re all just bitches. I could be stating facts but then again i could just be tripping . You got them ride or die bitches tha...
Got broken down and spun around Lost my footing, fell through the… What goes up must come down But what goes down can get back up Making a choice that’s really toug…
My mother was for woman’s rights And my father was the rich miller… I dreamed of the wrongs of the wor… When my father died, I set out to… In order to learn how to reform th…
Run your fingers Through my hair I know you’re the truth So I wouldn’t dare Let you slip through
I rose in the rain Where my bones feel the sweetness… And yet I cannot hibernate this It burns in me like the cold wind… And you harbor thoughts
O spirit of the mountain that spea… Your voice is sad, yet still recal… When 'mid the grand old Laurentid… With flying feet we followed the m… And backward rush sweet memories,…
By Stanley Collymore Self-serving, excruciatingly borin… as hell and quite dimwitted Kate Middleton and William Windsor obviously, routinely surreptitious…
Guitar Intro Bass Intro Queue drums Not much different, Than a magic show,
I’ve crawled; I’ve eaten dirt; I’… I’ve dodged the cops an’ led a dou… I’ve readied up wild tales to tell… W’ich afterwards I’ve 'ad to take… Red raw. Aw, I been goin’ it to b…
Mom said, Leave the friends who are bad to you. The world isn’t nice to me.
I want to live a full life. I know this sounds typical You’ve probably heard it from tons… But I’m feeding you truth Not lies
As, cleansed of Tiber’s and Obliv… Glow Farnesina’s vaults with shap… That dreamed some exiled artist fr… Back to his Athens and the Muse’s… So these world-orphaned waifs of…
‘Yes, sir, it’s quite a story, tho… But such things happened often whe… And the trapper tilted back his ch… ‘I ain’t thought of it neither fer… Although it used to haunt me in th…
Some one ('tis hardly new) has odd… The color of a trumpet’s blare is… And Joseph Emmett thinks the crim… On woman’s cheek a trumpet-note of… The more the red storm rises round…