Today, I am honored to present the work of Marshall J. Stephens, friend and writer. I am grateful for both his friendship and the talent with which he weaves his words. Enjoy friends and readers. Grumble These are the days when we say We could have done so much more The lean days, the poor …
Weakness doesn't offend Chosen weakness does Straight down to the soul killing compassion Millions suffer by their own hand ignoring the Billions who are made to..
"I object" she said... And we all teared.. We all agreed... And the tears flowed...
She's a cute little thing fascinated by the world with a loving, mind, body and soul anyone who sees her know that she has goals but still, no one really knows She dreams of love and magic faeries and their dust she wishes for the romance to give her that big rush because when shes …
Privileges bestowed for genetic fluke, Gifts unasked, undeserved given, Rewards unearned heaped, for the translucent quality of my facade, deductions made for completed chromosomes, a generous bosom and a youthful face. Assumptions piled upon one another, circling the globe, cancelling fairness and justice, for perception.
If hope is really a thing with feathers.. then I fear that someone shot it then when the dawn next shines I feel myself taking flight
Weeping time has come again Reaping what was sewn With good, yet bitter intentions.
Lips that I crave Though I walked away For love For love of those lips & of the man Who would have waited For my love to return
This is one of my favorite pieces by Mr. Medina... If you haven't already done so, check out his marvelous blog.
Tears of Pain They keep falling one by one Every shred of emotion is seen within them They keep falling, never seeming to be done A pain you can’t even fathom hiding behind them They keep falling and they continue to run Your strength fades as you stand there watching them They keep falling, not …
Lucinda Rose 