Found on Flickr.com Men Are Only Good When They Die From War Men have hands But cannot touch Arms But cannot hold Hearts But cannot feel For this They are bad Men are only good When they die From War For this reason No boy will ever strive to be a passionate man Rather Boys Play war By: Roger Harkness… (more…)
OH MELANIE She would dream that rainbows shot silver tipped arrows She would dream that unicorns would eat the legs off of men It would seem that she would dream that her shoes were torn Clowns made threats And behind that curtain Something was there Something she’s tried to forget Happiness was a place she couldn’t stay Finding something wrong… (more…)
EVERYBODY KNOWS I DON’T KNOW THEY JUST DO A picture falls He knows he can’t catch it Trying to warn her But she has no clue It’s another bump on the head Broken glass He knows things are gonna change And he can’t change it He can’t catch it But one can’t help wondering Why is she the sacrifice They… (more…)
? From Modobs file on wordpress Why is Love a Crime If I hold out my hand will you cut it off If I hold out my arms and offer a hug will you say for shame and If I tell you I love you will you tell me I’m crazy It is insane why we would rather be alone… (more…)
Chris sends this: I don’t know how many of you are familiar with TED. It’s an amazing conference held every year with world thinkers and doers. They’ve been putting their talks online for a little while. This one might help you in reaching out to conservative voters. At least help you understand their mindset. Chris Jonathan Haidt: The real difference… (more…)
A GAME THEY CALL “SOMETHING” She’s giving it away In the name of Jesus And he’s taking it all In the name of selfish greed and lust I wish she would turn and see I’d appreciate just a little bit For just a little bit Is worth so much more Then all she has to give But in truth In… (more…)
MY ENGLISH WOMAN She’s so bright by the light of day My english woman She’s the cloths I wear Keeping me dry and warm Through the storm She tickles my feet And keeps me on my toes She knows, what she doesn’t always know She knows, I don’t always know She knows what she knows And she tells me so… (more…)
From freewebs.com IT’S COLD HERE When you look at me I freeze and wished I had something to wear Naked I stand before you not knowing what to say Do we care where we came from? Do we care who we are? Will we laugh at nothing? Pretend not to pretend? It keeps getting colder Who will withstand? and Who… (more…)
Act Quickly! Roger, your poem Men Are Only Good When They Die From War is currently ranked as a finalist and you only need 20 votes to be eligible to win! We are proud to show your work on our website and you should be proud to share your talent with everyone you know. Have your loved ones show their… (more…)