as I came through the forest, riots of color and sound and scent… the brambles opened up unto a whol… ancient, dark,
Sitting beside the funeral pyre, When all I could see was despair… I sat there, just watching by. I asked myself, “Why can’t I cry?… And I realized, sitting there wat…
With my candle wick eyes I skitter to the rocks to the shore, in tiny holes I’m everywhere! You think I can’t swim
We can be given responsibility by God but we can only take control
DRINK to-day, and drown all sorr… You shall perhaps not do it tomorr… Best, while you have it, use your… There is no drinking after death. Wine works the heart up, wakes the…
My dog Hardly a fitting title For so vital a part of my life There is nowhere I go When he’s not under toe
Standing in my doorway, I saw him coming from afar, a beggar with his mason jar. House to house he went to, asking for some change,
You ever had a memory that trickle… From your eyes when you remember,… Or words that were said, that can… From a person’s cruelty, or morals… Feel sorry for those people, it wa…
An alter ego we must look for, If isn’t for the good, then what f… Strolling on Earth, watching, To each greeting, smiling, Shalt befriend someone maybe,
You say sit down we need to talk You share your frown I wish I could walk You say dont worry
LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping… Fresh wind, free wind, blowing fro… Pour forth thy vials like streams… Draughts of life to me. Clear wind, cold wind, like a Nor…
En esa interminable batalla en lo que se siente y se debe hacer ¿Quién realmente gana? ¿Que es lo correcto? compleja y simple pregunta que encierra un mundo de sentimientos y recuerdos,...
We are but yo-yo’s for the taking except what we will Ride the waves without real feeling
V.14,17ff C. M. Mercy to sufferers; or, God heari… Let every tongue thy goodness spea… Thou sovereign Lord of all;
All the mama’s born doing the prewar depression era days... the suffering The dust bowls Terra firma or terror ways! The crash, the depression, the draught, THE DEATHS! THE TEARS, YEAR...
By Stanley Collymore Oh the irony! Of the rabid right coupled with their odious organ grinders so ad nauseam banging on
She closes her eyes so he could no… She did not want him to see her cr… Wanting so bad to hold and make lo… But, knowing in herheart she needs… Addictive relationship.
THERE is a willow grows beside a… Its long gray branches sweep the m… And from those waters shadowy and… The stars shine, large and dim. From open valleys filled with litt…
Can you feel the things I feel, Have you ever even tried, Can you hear the screams at night, Or the tears each night I’ve crie… Is there pain written on my face,
When Denmark’s raven soar’d on hi… Triumphant through Northumbrian s… Till, hovering near, her fatal cro… Bade Reged’s Britons dread the yo… And the broad shadow of her wing
Around its mountain many footpaths… But only one unto its top attains; Not he who searches closest, takes… But he who seeks not, that one way…
Go on and talk about how you struggled to the top and can still be looked at as that nigga who stayed on the block selling pure white. Young nigga move that dope because with no future ...
In life, there is 3 answers people… Yes, No, Maybe. One must learn how to be patient,… The most important of all, is to f… Poets like myself can only express…
The trouble with comparing a poet with a radio is that radios don’t develop scar-tissue. The tubes burn out, or with a transistor, which most souls are, the battery or diagram burns o...
In the days when we were young, Everything seemed brand new, Experience had to be our teacher, While we hoped our dreams came tru… Insulated by caring parents,
Virgin of Bethlehem! spouse of th… Star of the pilgrim on life’s stor… Humbler thy lot was than this worl… List to the prayers that we offer… Not for the joys that this false e…
This year I have changed. I am not talking about maturity. I don’t mean change, In the way a bud changes into a flower. By change, I mean that I have shed my skin. I have replaced my vo...
Crowns and imperial purple, throne… Onyx and sard and blazing diadems, Lazuli and hyacinth and powerful g… Undreamt of even in Babylon of ol… May for a price be given, bought a…
It’s a crime to not love your own… but I break the law everyday. When I wake up, when I’m asleep, when you don’t glance my way.
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.