I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg
A man was Peter Myloh, strong-bro… Australian Aboriginal, son of a d… And even I, an urchin then, read… Deep grief, that came with knowled… For he was ‘educated.’ But he ca…
Rise heart of mine you are so beautiful, please do see. Rise up and fly you’re free.
Silence No word No sound Will come out No energy
I captured you within a lense To ensure the memory last For when the moment comes to pass
There fell on me a dream when days… And Hope had left me there to gro… Amid the silence of an unknown way Vaulted with night and paved with… Wherein such awful stillness held…
With each night, another day is le… With every stroke of the clock, th… He makes that internal smile vanis… Two bodies lying together, their h… Her kind heart was pierced by his…
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Your flaws make you beautiful. Certain, silly, and corny quirks. To me, are what make you suitable.… I smile. You grin.
My dunes sing like cello strings across the Sahara desert in the mo… Snowflakes reflect my tears, and on the waves I listen to the…
The immortal spirit hath no bars To circumscribe its dwelling place… My soul hath pastured with the sta… Upon the meadow-lands of space. My mind and ear at times have caug…
On a lazy summer day;a gentle bree… Watching across the countryside; a… The chill invades heart and mind;m… And I remember that chilly day;wh… Never could I live alone;as if im…
By Stanley Collymore When one solemnly promises loyalty… to do so, but what in reality they… clandestinely deceitfully and cont… is the worst kind of treachery the…
John would look in the mirror and… At the thinning of his hair, Making wishes, needs and wants, For a thatch upon his bonce. How can someone as young as he,
Love is the question, always the q… Never the answer. What is the answer? To the never ending question that… Do you love me?
Roses are red, violets are blue,…
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UP, laggards of Freedom!—our free… To the blaze of the sun and the wi… Will ye turn from a struggle so br… From a foe that is breaking, a fie… Whoso loves not his kind, and who…
Unless a grain of wheat goes into the ground and dies, it remains nothing but a grain of wheat. The ingredients gathered, a few small red tufts of the dream spoor per sheaf of Demete...
Once the cost of AI turns negligi… the world to come becomes inexorab… and as conditions grow unintelligi… just know that you and I are repli… into beings who are far more execu…
Ho! workers of the old time styled The Gentle Craft of Leather! Young brothers of the ancient guil… Stand forth once more together! Call out again your long array,
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Let’s take a walk down the street Look at all my people starving; ca… The crack pipe rolling still hot No place to lay a cot Every person has a hustle
It seems now, my purpose in life, Is to hold, a way to you, As you hold me, at arms length, But the pretending, I see through… I don’t want some beauty queen,
The future now I saw you see Awoke I will I would agreed Later when I was awakened I’ll wished for what’s already tak… Thinking would one day before
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Hockey and girl guides. Softball and school. The lesions you taught me about bo… You held me so close So dear and so true
When I lay down at night I don’t talk to the lord, a chip on my shoulder I got a lot on my chest questions I don’t think he really ready for. Some call you god or even allah others say ...
THRO’ the mists of years, Thro’ the lies of men, Your bloody sweat and tears, Your desperate hopes and fears Reach us once again,