Made to memorize Fail to recognize This pointless exercise “Historians” often plagiarize The boldface lies Maintaining corporate ties Coming to despise Needing to analyze Reading their books Embracing these crooks © Lindsey F. Rhodes Excerpt from the book “My… Read More ›
He still walked a tightrope to the moon, holding the other end of the rope with every careful step he took Precariously balancing reality with lost dreams of stardom; holding fast to the rope, his drumsticks Memories of… Read More ›
With forecasts of awaiting dangers hid and un-hid I stand prepared for victory or demise yet let it come as no surprise I found my fate as a man eyes wide open flailing away refusing the beggars position under… Read More ›
One smile from your beautiful lips could move me to climb Everest One glance from your sapphire eyes could get me to swim the length of the Atlantic One flip of your hair could have me on my knees… Read More ›
I’m ok I’m a big boy now and I sleep all by myself I’m no longer disenchanted by not having you to hold And I’m actually kind of getting use to the quiet nights alone with just my… Read More ›
I was chillin up on a puffy cloud All laid back feeling kinda proud When I heard some partiers getting loud They looked like a pretty cool crowd So I slid all the way down the rainbow But… Read More ›
I sit waiting at the table, Where you said we should meet. My heart is doing double time, And sometimes skips a beat. My head is full of dreams, Of what will come of this. But silently I’m… Read More ›
Ghost clouds meandering across the early morning sky Light is coming and the night of haunting is quickly coming to an end Awake to a reality that what instills fear can be conquered Nocturnal survived as evidence with black… Read More ›
History has been tainted with the misconduct of arrogant men We continue to see the errs of humanity over and over again Minds filled with a plethora of opinions according to trend Society saved by the acuminous… Read More ›
Beady eyes Whispers Waiting for me to fail Miss a beat Drop a chord The spotlight can burn holes in the heart sometimes Yet I’m addicted to the sounds Driven by passion Even when I don’t necessarily believe in myself… Read More ›
