The seas never sleepNor do they weep.Time does not change themAs they swirl and crashAnd send voluptuous wavesPulverizing rocky shores,As if to heave volumes of wisdomTo the silent sands andThe implacable land. The moon light caressesTheir seductive foamy waves.Sunlight sparkles like endless starsUpon their blue surface. The seas never sleep—They only dream of thingsToo … [Read more...] about The Seas Never Sleep, By: Neal Grace
Escaping Alcohol, By: Andrew Cyr
The mood darkened as the moonstretched full, and the starsapplauded misery.I despised dive bars so much sothat I was on a stoolin a crowded dive bar.Most times, I'd sip vodka over rocks.It'd burn, but I'd swallow it all the same.I suppose it'll only changewhen I stop drinking.Dad gave me the habit.It was all the bastard gave me,and I'd cling on to it.It's gotten me this … [Read more...] about Escaping Alcohol, By: Andrew Cyr
Feelings Of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’Enghien, By: Willaim Wordsworth
Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mouldUprisen to lodge among ancestral kings;And to inflict shame's salutary stingsOn the remorseless hearts of men grown oldIn a blind worship; men perversely boldEven to this hour, yet, some shall now forsakeTheir monstrous Idol if the dead e'er spake,To warn the living; if truth were ever toldBy aught redeemed out of the hollow grave:O … [Read more...] about Feelings Of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’Enghien, By: Willaim Wordsworth
Meat, By: Penguin Flaherty-Conerney
Grill it, fry it, slap it full of stuffing.I'll eat it all, beak, bills and puffins.The vegans are my enemy, the steak is my swordI eat enough so that they know carnivores have the last word. I once saw a small cookie cutter, used to shape rice.For me that behavior is but utter utter spice,I like to shave my hair in the fashion of a moose,You will not stop me not even … [Read more...] about Meat, By: Penguin Flaherty-Conerney