By Stanley Collymore Hordes of tourists literally from every corner of the globe allegedly flooding into Britain and only too keen to
When I say Depression is a Silen… Listen to when someone speak.. Do you hear her voice cracking? Do you hear failure in her voice? She gets one step closer and set b…
THE white snow veils the earth’s… Strong frost has bound the veil in… Under the wide, clear, dark-blue s… All choked with snow the hollows l… Dead-white the fields—once summer…
Could you hug me tightly?, until I feel loved, until I feel free, until I feel fine... Could you reflect in your eyes,
The unspoken word that reveals the… The pain that’s hidden behind the… All the secrets and all the lies t… The spirit that overtakes your bod… The one that opens up hells door,
The forbidden things of him Make me sink and swim My mouth cries out to the sky for… From a long lost friend I welp out at my own self infectio…
A clumse of rain from a brath stor… as it drenches the soil of an Elys… The threatening din roils the dorm… who rest there beneath this belove… The storm wanes and from beyond th…
By Stanley Collymore I sit back laughing so hard at how so many Brits: generally genuine and also imaginary proselytizing ones, and specifically the hard-co…
Each and everyone of us, Has a duty or ambition to fulfill, In life, They will have the burden in their… Hearts to accomplish in their,
the mind, it drowns in apathy, as it struggles for a breath, you see, the truth,
I hurt people and expect them to s… I’m living a lie inside my mind. I shut you out then ask why are yo… I don’t know how to cope with feel…
See where the falling day In silence steals away Behind the western hills withdrawn… Her fires are quenched, her beauty… While blushes all her face o’erspr…
Valor, Courage, and always willin… Challenges changing as do the wind… Forever tormenting this selfish ma… A position of power consumes his s… I wonder why he takes the risk to…
People seem to speak what they see but not the truth behind what they see Not Speaking the obvious but not the truth behind the obvious. Or Everyone you open up to or let your proble...
It’s funny how people toss you aro… Expect you to go the extra mile, b… It’s hard to find the ones that tr… What you do, what you give and all… And you keep telling yourself you…
I know you’ve fallen deep, In love with who I seem to be, But I must confess, my heart’s en… With another, my love is already s… I see the depths of your affection…
I crave, what should not be. Desire of a memory. Passed in time, I should forget. But when I nest alone, of regret My bed is restless. And, I beg
Sitting at my desk, Your image comes to my mind. I wonder where you’re at, I really want to see you. For the last 30 minutes of school,
Seek up and down, both fair and br… We’ve purty lasses many, O; But brown or fair, one girl most r… The Flow’r o’ Belashanny, O. As straight is she as poplar-tree
The economy, a force of great migh… A complex web, woven tight Of markets, goods, and services, a… In constant flux, rise and fall It’s a living thing, this economy
Our money’s all spent, to the deuc… The landlord, he looks glum, On the tap-room wall, in a very ba… He has chalked to us a sum. But a glass we’ll take, ere the gr…
Don’t, don’t say you love me Don’t, don’t stay forever Don’t, don’t tell me those lies Don’t, don’t say your good bye’s Don’t, don’t leave me breathless
Part I HOW wonderful are dreams! If the… As some have said, the thin disjoi… Of thoughts or feelings, long fore… All interweaving, set in ghostly a…
Music of the star-shine shimmering… Mirror me no longer in the dusk of… Dim and white the rose-leaves drif… Wind among the roses, blow no more… All along the purple creek, lit wi…
I thought I would have more to sa… but I want to tell you when we get… The night is past, somewhere in be… I should be asleep, go to sleep wo… My close memory of the recent past…
By Stanley Collymore Geoff Boycott is a typical control freak, a sinister and rather proud of it manipulator and similarly
You are my everything My love my life my friend You are my everything Listener protector companion You are my everything
I don’t know where to look. I have no where to turn. I can’t do this. I am tired. I need help.
Always at war.. Always at war with myself and the… Guns cocked.. Words loaded.. I’m ready to take this on..
'Twas in the year of 1808, and in… Napoleon resolved to crush Spain… So with a mighty army three hundre… Through the passes of the Pyrenee… But Sir John Moore concentrated…