Whilst others give thee wond’rous… Or jewels rich and rare, I bring but flowers—more meet are… For one so young and fair. ’Tis not because that snowy brow
Stirred by early light Dream amnesia melts Me back from half-life My arm lies coldly Where it once circled
No me importa ignorarte en pleno d… Hostígame que eso es lo que quiero… Acostumbrado estoy a tu obra divin… Y cuando salgo sabes que te espero… No me pierdas de tu furor así de f…
....I HAVE LOST COUNT.... I have lost count, O yes I have, Of black men killed for no just ca… So black men, be you young or old You can be killed with lethal forc…
i am a man, i stand on my feet oh, what a time to be alive to sense all senses in me to live and see all love and all tears
’Neath the radiance faint of the s… The gleaming snow-drifts lay wide… O’er hill and dell stretched a man… The branches glittered with crysta… But the winter wind’s keen icy bre…
We keep running into you more than they notice us pictures galore of you hung on my stove with love Little blond gentle one
At those times of gloom or despair… Thoughts of her soothe the soul, t… As we hold on in an unkind sea, to… Treading water for days on end, as… A floating soul amongst humanity,…
By Stanley Collymore A bright sunny day; 11.42 in the m… the Ahla Centre and fronting the… crowd consisting mainly of young p… content, as any group of people co…
Todo pasa, nada es envano, nada es accidental, todo conspira en la alborada. En el momento justo en la alborda, en el límite
Venture out Play it out Sound it out Think one way Think that way
Every night when I come sleep, nightmares come to me, and they poison then myself, destroying me tonight. When the shadows are the queens,
If the sky was yellow and the grass was Pink, that would look strange don’t you think? if rainbows were black and flowers were brown everyone would feel kind of down! if people were pu...
Revenge a dish usually best served… No payback necessary for the decre… Digging their own resting holes. Tickets to hell broke the mold. To evil their soul they have sold.
Guilt is intolerable which is why “I can explain everything” is processed into “I have a theory which explains ev…
Poetry is the art of words The silent song that is unheard The melody that fill your head The last words of the dead In every stanza contains a beat
Love isn’t about saying or doing anything for your loved one. It is about willing to give up your life, love, time, and pretty much everything else just for them to smile and love you i...
Yo sé que la ruleta de la vida una tremenda, justo a nuestro lado… responsabilidad nos ha dejado de amar, y amar con alma decidida. No importa cuán penosa sea la ida,
Faith is but a thing Hope and trust it does bring Faith is tough at certain times It comes in forms of all kinds Many put faith in material items
Zoo filled with one lone zebra, Yelping from a dog walking nearby… Xylophonist playing songs with mys… Wonders about that one beautiful c… Viewers watch the man play with pr…
In my sleep I see a woman, A woman I’ve held before, And when the daylight hours come, I wish I held her more, Pieces of dreams are held hostage,
By Stanley Collymore I really had to hand it to you, yo… to me but nevertheless very courag… charmingly too, remarkably elegant… volition you confidently walked ou…
F*CK THE POLICE! is what you say around your friend… But when someone is kidnapped Or hurt Their the first people you alert
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
His hands work like a fine Swiss… Careful and precise but not obsess… Lessons taught and lessons learned…
We’ll know we’ve seen the Enlight… When we don’t know who we are From one moment to the next Because, where once The One thing we wanted
On the stage which we call life, There’s a play on every day, In the roles which we live, Passion has its way, It brings a trembling to the hands…
My mind is my prison Keeping thoughts locked away Hate has remained my bond It won’t let me go astray Serenity would be a release
When you can feel it inside The sadness You feel it bubbling up You don’t want to do anything But you’re dying to do something
the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway