No sound- 2 be found, It doesn't,doesn't,work. Plans,that you've spoken about, They've tried, Oh boy,have they tried, 2 talk you,out of. But no-one, Can stop, What God, Has planned,for, You You You. After all ,you're resilient Your resilient Your resilient, Through and through.
I have a question I have a question I have a question, I asked,for you.
Love's unexpected but irrefutably and distinctly so, inimitable personal appearance!
By Stanley Collymore
We had never met each other before and so consequently therefore, quite honestly didn't know each other at all; yet instantaneously this distinctively crucially, discernibly manifestly instinctive rapport, thoroughly empathetic affinity, literally as well the obvious camaraderie between us, are indisputably significantly remarkable and outstandingly, quite unique!
How exactly so, this particular phenomenon; so undeniably too, obviously distinctly and ...
You fight in this life like a Valkyrie, I see your indominable spirit, but I know there's fear in your heart, of memories unforgiven, sins numbered one by one, believing you are all alone, fighting demons on your own, bringing grace and defiance to a battle, that's...
I am stiff, sore, my ankle is a tad swollen, but not as painful as it was hours ago.
I surprised myself on 11-06-22 with sheer determination after fracturing my right ankle that resulted in a medical leave of absence for six weeks from my Nursing Administrative duties, and my second place of employment as a Behavorial Health Counselor, the setback to run in Ohio, a marathon, which I have not missed in years, and physical strain and pain when training for the New York marathon under limited mobility of a leg.
Then the physical therapy sessions three times a week,...
Those of us who're honest and old enough to remember will always take Diana's side!
By Stanley Collymore
For clarity - are intelligent people supposedly to sensibly side with those persons who abominably and most egregiously in their own thirties used the very evidently naive and an innocent teenager Diana Spencer?
Conned her into thinking that she was marrying for love, got her to provide the monarichal heir and, similarly, a necessary spare; and crucially all this even before our Diana was 25 years old!
Then idiotically expected Diana to literally turn a blind eye, and also keep her own mouth tightly shut, while her husband Charles and...
the days carried on so calm and pleasant their presence designed by opalescence it all began by an unearthly crescent
away from harm by fluorescence the absence of electronics enabling the flow of their energy field allowing them to feel all that was ever real
his golden hazel eyes intimidated her a reminder of how he could devour her yet, his words were warm and gentle his arms were the safe haven that he created as their escape into another place convincing it was their state of fate
Done and dusted, Harry! I'm 100% with you. Well done!
By Stanley Collymore
Harry is a responsible adult and a committed, loyal, distinctly trustworthy and devoted husband happily living with his wife and their family; a great deal more than can ever, truly be said about most of the Windsor klan family, the surfeit of white racist Karen slappers, trollopes and, equally also the prodigious producers: as in the past, now haggardly menopausal clearly likewise as well, the present and still very ongoing abundance of such vile bastard offspring. ...
I was once swimming in a place of happiness and bliss/only to find myself reminicing the time I lived/body stiff and breathing restricted/ while slowly decending down to unknown depths and looking for ways to be lifted/ feeling defeated/ because my attempt to save myself is of to no avail/ I'm so far down in the water that no one can tell/ no evidence of me drowing is present/ I try making a sound but I am hesitant/ because opening my mouth will only add more pain and hasten my demise/this is so oppressing and surpressing that I cant even cry/ prayed, call on friends and family to help me?/...
The spool is spun The first moment I saw the sun. I lightly tread Upon a thread, Walking a line so thin Knowing I'll fall, let slip my feelings, but not when, As I teeter over the edge, left and right Wobbling, knowing not if I'll fall left or right, Or straight forward, Or exactly backward, Or do a loop-de-loop, bounce around And land anywhere on the ground. Truths, secrets, social norms, rebellions, Thoughts, feelings, preoccupations, and actions, Sometimes lopsided one way or the other, With thoughts and...
welcome to the show my friends, festivities have begun see this stage was set already, it’s inertias development the triumphs and woe, damn forsake the utter lows i’ve seen alas these vibrations are what is deemed to be. so it be
one falls in currents as waves raise so wicked and deep the undertow of lifes a divergent from which we must seek ebb and flow of dispositions, accepting that they’re meant… let be wrought in cancerous segments of dividing what you not control