Lemon the hands that held the youn… a thorny stock with brittle roots–… grew angry flowers to howl at the… dare thunderstorms with Petaled F… dainty in their Ferocity. Defiant
The people we elect won’t obey the… the people they appoint don’t eith… by design our demise is assigned through another country’s policy, corrosive, corrupting -
Bianca, Bianca, Bianca! That wre… steals the hearth from every room… but cold and ash - I will be intolerable. If I am to… I will make sure Bianca does not…
Myopic my culture dystopic the lea… trading in my belief system drop-kicking my freedoms my head is ringing Taking my stake in a land that I…
I’m 16 years behind you I see your quickening decline —soon to be mine— Through the years I’ve denied this truth, that
o. k., we’re gonna try it A different way this time– Do what you say For real; Not just for play - Put my soul under your knife
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
A man of no season, a man without reason WHO stumbles and bumbles and droo… This man past his hour has left others in power
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…
The weak will gravitate to the lou… they will be the most dangerous of groupings, and the largest. The intellectuals will try to comb… their forces –Everyone is right
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
Today, we officially became A communist country, our Constitution ripped of its frame as we watched on our TV’s —The government we trust?
I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…
Tears wept swept the nation Flooding sorrow at the loss, the Queen is gone, all Hail the King, in station - The end; the making of the last.
Oh, to be in love is very wonderous whether it’s the first time or the hundredth!
