I love a lady called the Autumn; her eyes are Perseus and the Plough; her dark hair, dancing clouds of starlings; her kisses fall from maple boughs. With burning lips of amber, gold
A thought P K Routray The mind is a garden and the thoughts are seeds, One can grow flowers or one can grow weeds. The conscience is the mentor which puts the manure to fertilize the mind
Tesselation In my darkest moments, When my entire identity is exploding from my bones, Like the creature from a Drive-In movie, We are Jack Spratt and his wife.
Chorus: Keep on; on moving; moving forward. Keep on; on moving; moving forward. 1st Verse: Through the wind and rain and the storm and hail; through the hell and pain;
Blood ran in rivulets from the dead, mixing with the rainwater, it seeped through the course sand and emptied into the raging river.
Alan was walking home from the gym when suddenly a man appeared from a gap between two buildings. The man was suspicious in nature. "Any DVDs?" the man asked in a criminal accent.
If I had a hook where my arm should be would you hold it against me If I had a false leg would you run away with me If my lips were glued shut would you know what i was thinking
They talk of spirit, and of national pride Of a legacy that the nation, just canot hide And it true the games were something to behold But the can do spirit is the important thing I’m told
Art burns. Art ignites with contemplation, silence, reflection and inspiration found in books and people.