I’m so thirsty my mouth is dry my tongue sticks to the rough roof… my daughter is downstairs with a f… I pay rent but I am stuck up here
A love so sweet, Destined for greatness, To be together forever, Ruined by a woman so cruel, Taking everything from her daughte…
Church of the Unholy Dollar They come from wide and far They come with baited breath They come to have their tickle itc… They come because life is such a b…
We are the children of light, Wise, not companioned By goats In a condemned graveyard. Backward blowing
His spirit fills me when I’m down… He speaks to me most when no one’s… He bears the scars and thorny crow… My Savior, my God, my Jesus. Gave His life to save all of us.
You wanted them all to yourself because they didn’t want anything to do with you and this is the sound of
GOD makes a poet: touches soul an… And lips and heart, and sends him… His fellows hearing, own the true… And crown him daily with the love… The king a lord makes, by a parchm…
Just when I thought I had my life… without warning it took on a diffe… The summer of 2005, my new life be… with a new perspective and a new g… Everything that was before,
Green plains, blue sky’s, flowers blowing, and trees real high is the place we want to be. Keep your head high and it will be guaranteed. You will get what you deserve but first we need...
Half seated on a mossy crag, Half crouching in the heather; I found a little Irish maid, All in June’s golden weather. Like some fond hand that loved the…
By Stanley Collymore Good grief! All that this woman seemingly ever does, is to go to the races– a discernibly compulsive betting addiction, perh…
You kin talk about your racin’ wit… We have had one here in Cactus th… It was when a bunch o’ punchers—mu… Were competin’ fer a sky-piece dow… It was decked with loads o’ flower…
Yours is a garden of old—fashioned… Joyous children delight to play th… Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of da… Old—time tunes and young love’s la…
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
Some people frame the game On the basis of a name A genocide of shame They slate your personality On the faux causality
I once asked you for your assistan… To help me see the light, And what you showed me was in the… I knew towards it I had to fight, Upon the first two steps I saw da…
Let me be your 3am drunken phone calls. Let me be your safe place when you’re universe is caving in. Let me be the one that comes over at midnight just to sit on your roof and talk abou...
O’Shea was a big railway ganger,… With a glint of grey hair at his t… He’d but one speech for every occa… And I know I will shock pious peo… “Aw! g’long, go-to-hell, go-to-hel…
My minds sicker than how I feel in December my hearts as cold as November but it never snows funny fact I wear sweaters even in the summer to cover up what’s underneath but shh no one k...
So much pain in me yet still I try, let it be clear that I’m hurt but wipe my tears when I cry, cus I don’t wanna be weak, won’t show no signs of defeat, cus I been hurting all my life ...
Ten o’clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky
Save me on the road when I walk. Save me in this world when I love… This is not the same, rights? This is the hell, rights? I want to see you
HOLY Lord Jesus, Thou wilt sear… This lost piece of silver,—this tr… In casket or bosom, once of such s… Now lying under the dust of Thy f… Gentle Lord Jesus, Thou wilt mov…
On a cold winter’s night I sought for a way to renew my sig… And bring once more to light My muse, a reason for my pen to fi… All these stagnate barriers, walls
Now o’ nights the ocean breeze Makes the patient flinch, For that zephyr bears a sneeze In every cubic inch. Lo! the lively population
Never mind the fuzz carry on rolli… Medicate with green coz it’s our s… Modern day cannabis consumers have… Without any trepidations we spark… We have no regard nor respect for…
6 years ago, I fell in the puddle of hell called my life., all the beautiful things that surrounded me for all those years seemed to fade away into dark and scary things. I had no inne...
You wonder who was right and who w… Or if it was both of us all along. You wonder what the truth was and… But it’s hard to admit defeat when… You wonder how much you can stand…
Say, lad, have you things to do? Quick then, while your day’s at pr… Quick, and if 'tis work for two, Here am I man: now’s your time. Send me now, and I shall go;
I dwell or rather exist at this bone-hard time of cold dark weather of cold dark change this time of closure