We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
I was a child when I had you, it’… too young to be a mother or a frie… I don’t know how to communicate wi… You’ll never understand what I we… To an unwed mother’s home, they di…
I sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how
I see them up before me gently twinkling through the trees The forest’s wet with winter and the snow’s up to my knees - I stand here, not cold
In the early morning, I embarked… The sun had yet to rise, and the m… As I opened my house door, unawar… I was greeted not by the familiar… but by a sudden bright light from…
I got two vields, an’ I don’t cea… What squire mid have a bigger shea… My little zummer-leaeze do stratch All down the hangen, to a patch O’ meaed between a hedge an’ rank
The entrance to Martin’s Winding, my winding that I call my winding, decorated with emeralds and diamon… the camouflage covering up winter’… makes way for the inundation of sp…
In life’s maze, I wander, lost, Betwixt realms where dreams emboss… Reality’s bounds, blurred in fanta… In lands where imagination’s banne… Through verdant glades and fields…
(Water-lily.) O zummer clote! when the brook’s a… So slow an’ smooth down his zedgy… Upon thy broad leaves so seaefe a-… The water’s top wi’ thy yollow hea…
When the winds wail in agony, And the doors bang in despair, When the pieces of chinaware resem… And her soliloquies, only the ecli… Who’s gonna pet her hair,
You have helped me so much in my l… That’s what makes my success thriv… You always help giving my life dri… You have been teaching me ever sin… I’m now so full of gratitude
We all live our lives in our own w… But we all have similarities at th… We all have something to be proud… We also have something we are afra… But we all have people in our live…
We wander through life feeling use… We act as if we have someone to im… We lose sight of things in our lif… It hurts more than a stab of a kni… Most of the time we don’t know wha…
Before the time has come to go while our eyes the same light does behold, let me tell you of this love I hav… deep inside me warmth unfolds
A blank canvas, a sigh, a scream, the soul is born, a fire that ligh… A beating heart, small and fragile… with eyes that search, that do not… From the mother’s hand, an uncerta…
When vu’st along theaese road vrom… I zeed ye hwome all up the hill, The poplar tree, so straight an’ t… Did rustle by the watervall; An’ in the leaeze the cows wer all
The sun beat down on dusty ground, A desert wind sang mournful sound. Sergeant Bill Hooser, weathered f… A stoic figure in that place. He’d seen the world, its joy and p…
In the expanse of their minds, res… It hides in the shadows, waiting f… The social butterflies flit from o… seeking validation and attention f… They crave applause and recognitio…
By Stanley Collymore And for those of you that quite obviously maintain the rather feigned notion that Meghan doesn’t come or go to the UK prin…
By Stanley Collymore Jamie Barrow a 32 year old clearl… remorseless and unrepentant mass murderer has had his criminal conviction quite evid…
The dreven scud that overcast The zummer sky is all a-past, An’ softer air, a-blowen drough The quiv’ren boughs, do sheaeke th… Last rain drops off the leaves lik…
In the mystic’s home, a story unfo… Of a man driven by his convictions… A castaway in a world that seems d… He’s a servant to a system that’s… His understanding of life is a com…
In the grand theater of life, we each play our unique role. A journey of growth, where we all make our own path. Laughter may echo, from corners unseen, and yet be unremarkable. Yet fea...
Sweet crickets, the tune You’re playing tempts me to sleep. By your tune, I will drift off Better to a place dark and deep. The low moon and toads
It was a brightly night And rough ice was its Word, With its closed form And its distant body. That was the clearest moment.
Here on Assen everything is cold Winter unfolds your eyes wide open Heading silently towards the ruins… There where the dead speak They help me dying and awaking
The wounded raven came back. He calls me With his eyes, black holes in spac… Shows me the infinite paths wander… The night is an obsidian mirror;
The Imitator You said there are two roads but I can just recall one. The raven is the imitator, The raven is the mirror.
Preceded by the gloom, its eclipse opens a blue path to you. You have taken shelter among ruins… now under your feet there are ashe… hope gets as dark as fear.
She loved the night’s gentle breez… As it touched her moonlit face Behind her, her arms he squeezed Eyes skyward, thoughts lost in sp… She leant back feeling at ease