Oh What monstrous natural deformity are you...
Who with uttered words wallows me in seas of...
I have come to realise
that I am all alone...
I'm not a stick
who's a size 4...
Applying mascara
upon an early dawn...
I'd like to tell you a story
About a man with pride...
Through a loathsome darkened path In a valley deep...
An old man stumbled and tripped where e'er his...
Peace Is Not A Way Of Life
By Mark Spencer...
I knew nothing about the world
I was shy and shaken...
A cold white bloom resides on a mountain top
Disowned by everything...
I didn't even know you for long,
I thought everyone was the same until you proved...
When I was young, being watched from pale
shorelines of New Zealand, I never believed...
At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...