Summers Light Curious eyes or butterflies Won’t rest or fly away Moments caught in picture stills What would they have to say?
Brown. Skin like chocolate milk Skin so cream and colorful. Skin you wish you’ve had. Skin you have to crave from afar.
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…
Marcy, I need you;and I know, you… So, why not try;to believe, what y… Forget, all the rumours, the judge… Look, to a future;to our dreams, t… I need, to be able;to tell you, my…
How do you walk away from someone… And take the road of friend; Can you reroute the course you hav… And start over once again? I don’t really want to let you go
Soft smooth silk and creamy lace cut with love and stitched in plac… Each small piece a work its own The seamstress’ skill beautifully… This gown of white took time to ma…
By Stanley Collymore Just because you are her biologica… mother doesn’t in the least sense unquestionably automatically, authoritatively, irrefutably and m…
Take one glims of an ocean and be… Calming mood and peroblem free mom… Take a sneak peak of its picture a… noise free stress free
As, the cold wind blows, your cari… It shows, in your job, and you mad… There is, no switch, that, I can… Yet it seems, you’re saving us, fo… Nothing, that I say or do, can be…
The love we share, no one can comp… But lately it’s been so hard to be… Every night is a fight, why can’t… It’s a constant battle of you vers… I hate to think we’re like fire an…
Calm and serene quiet and clear the sun rises quickly a new day is here Thankful to wake
By Stanley Collymore I’m no monarchist: and that’s literally neither an excuse nor a bitingly scathing condemnation, just a naturally can…
I. Am. White. Just a man who By the Pigment of my skin Is laden with privilege
To my unborn child, I don’t know you yet, I’m far awa… Yet at times I imagine how perfec… my mind conceived you before your… would I know I wasn’t ready for y…
By Stanley Collymore Those distant days we made our own… and the several years which inevit… to have harmoniously coalesced int… beautiful and kaleidoscopic reserv…
The end of the year is approaching The planetary elliptical it is closing Christmas is coming and the new year too
What are you hiding? I wonder What do your eyes struggle to conc… Why do your hands tremble at the t… What makes your feet stumble away,… What makes your skin want to peel…
We arrived at a clients home, the… Walk in knowing that we are there… I did not think we would end up th… Realizing that some of these famil… After all of this they are still n…
History wrapped my heart up with the way it acts, you see, i feel sorry for somone with heart-ach or i can enjoy looking out to sea . History wrapped my heart up, bit by bit and day by...
When it comes to the end of the da… What is normal when it comes to th… Is some conscious less monster, Behind these blue eyes caught, We put our all into our emotions,
you’re chest is windmill notice how your heart never stands… just filters that airy absence of yourself you’ve been hiding? i stayed up last monday night
She has come nose to nose with life, at this moment it’s hard to know which way is right! .... She has a plan, and sees clearly! More clear then ever before! Her heart, mind body and s...
By Stanley Collymore Self-serving, excruciatingly borin… as hell and quite dimwitted Kate Middleton and William Windsor obviously, routinely surreptitious…
What is true love love is kinda like a boxing glove you just need to find the right size
Everybody wants to rule the world And along come the Jews Claiming that God rules the world But nobody wants God to rule the… Because everybody wants to rule th…
A heart beats wildly in a chest, t… And as the heart searches for its… You see the heart is not whole, i… And though its beating in the ches… Can the heart keep us alive, if it…
Flowers of spring have begun to bl… Bright spots of color in Winter’s… In Winter’s gloom do flowers bloo… And what feeds their questing root… What lies below these winter snows…
more paradoxical foolery..... I have enjoyed my senses for more… two eyes, a tongue, two hands - a… but I can’t see the noumenon you s… all I see is lots of stuff I make…
There is no Paradise like that wh… Deep in the heavens of her azure e… There is no Eden here on Earth th… Like that which smiles rich in her…
By Stanley Collymore The eternal asinine antics of the ghastly English - or pretend to be - aristocratic dross that