Grime and scum, All the trash has sunk to the bott… Just like my soul, Leeches suck my will to live, I can’t cry underwater
By Stanley Collymore Altruism: a lovely and euphoniousl… sounding word, with excellent connotations! That said, do many of today’s rather fatuous…
At the Ohr O’keefe museum, Standing outside the doors, A dark and foggy day, Not such a good day for tours, The fog has laid on thick
Dawns of the world, how I have kn… so many, and so varied, and the sa… dawns o’er the timid plains, or in… of the arm’d hills, or by the unsl… a chill touch on the chill flesh o…
The vibrantly vibe like reverb nat… Everyone sees the zen of meditatio… Audios to get done stupendous’ ali… The restitution within real people And the grand love & celebrations…
Tears fall from my face when you w… You made it so clear you were neve… I watched you as you faded away in… I wanted to run back into your arm… Hoping you would change your mind.
By Stanley Collymore Eugenicists assiduously at work in… have been for decades now, going b… Now no longer capable in the 21st… rationalize their delusional and w…
In the middle of an open field, Rain and sleet come pouring down, I sit to feel the pouring rain, With open space the peace I’ve fo… Sleet and snow fall with the rain,
By Stanley Collymore Why is jealousy so vituperatively and often openly condemned and not all that unnaturally by those same people who clearly a…
Rough and unfinished the ore is he… The mineral dense and filled with… All eyes see it’s value and potent… Beauty is only limited by the imag… Seeming indifferent craftsmen wait…
We’re the final slow meteor Living through the after-impact these too late these we hit already long ago
Shoulder to Shoulder subway rides… Sights, sounds, smells and tastes… But what can you say, that’s what… Outstetched arms with palms raised… while the latest bentley cruises j…
Llama ardiente quemas sin pudor m… quedo destrozada, humillada, acong… que amargo es el sabor que siento… al enterarme de la muerte de mi pr… CALMA esta angustía padre mío
Each night memories come to call, And we live with them through the… Things we had or things we need, While the mind gets in the way, When the darkness comes at night,
ENTER Skald, moored in a punt, And jacks and tenches exeunt.
By Stanley Collymore Freedom of thought, speech and personal expression however outrageous and lying these notions are and likewise egregious…
Here you are, grand old sensualist… And here are the three goddesses displaying their charms to Paris. It was all one to you &mdash g… Your world was all curves of flesh
There is no way, to explain, the t… And though, they stand, as they do… I would, sacrifice, myself, for, e… Though, I’ve been condemned, for… I, will stand, for both of you, un…
I needed Me. But Me refused to help. I begged and begged and begged, But no use; For the help was not sure to come.
Hazel eyes, a window to the heart, A work of art, a masterpiece of ar… A thing of beauty, a source of pri… A treasure to be cherished and adm… In hazel eyes, we see the light,
By Stanley Collymore I’m very positive that I’m not th… one who closely observes humanity and accordingly wonders how the Creator could thus possibly have
Time is of the essence, life is fi… Make memories that will last, Time to let go of the past, Ain’t no better time than now, Because there’s no better day,
As I peer through the window’s gl… Where the saints and sin seem to c… Where the streets are light and al… Where steel replaces earth and you… A prison to some a haven for other…
I ride on the back of sadness and regret reaching to the sky for redemption as the wind caresses my face and brings me to a crippling position vulnerability and my thoughts cry so loud...
There is a man that sits alone col… His heart is warm but is soul is s… Contemplating the feelings of good… He would love to move but not to f… as the shit he has seen holds him…
Life is a tug of war, Between good and bad, Goodness and badness, Though we yearn to be good, The evil in us,
By Stanley Collymore Winds gusting, though noticeably w… intensity, upwards to ninety miles… waters with obligatory but far fro… cohesion doing their bit to portra…
The desert silence is broken by th… And like distant thunder it speaks… I brace myself, not knowing if thi… Or a warm wind of sensuality. Both can grab hold of me in this d…
In the mountains not far away, There a hermit lives, Avoiding the things of this world, And the pain that life can give, Friends that are not friends at al…
Over under her My world no longer for her A moment in time