Since school years, I used to enjoy the literature classes, be it English or my native language, especially the ones on poems. Gosh, he is the best. Only he, can say it all! If only he has lived longer! Are my colle.

Poetry by David Eric Cummins. Other Noise, Other Poems. What is The Noise of Silence? January 29, 2017. I felt like this has become much more pertinent in the past few weeks and months. They used to burn people like us. The TRUTH is on SALE! Any kind you WANT. Whatever makes you always RIGHT. And everyone else WRONG! Before all FACTS are gone! This .

The aim of this project is to acknowledge, with only a modicum. Of the zeal Crane did, the perpetual reciprocity inherent in the relationships between art and society and, through subjective understanding, guide creative force to maintain the collective tower of consciousness with an unmitigated love and dedication to all forms of art. The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn. Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell.

One of the dumbest questions ever. If somebody said they felt like going to the kitchen, getting a butcher knife and planting it squarely in my forehead, I would of course ask why. Maybe I could talk them out of it, or distract them long enough to get my gun. Oh, who am I kidding? 8217; and run like a bitch.

Caffeine, music and twisted german biscuits. TIME FOR one last cup. I still dream of coffee. I still dream of dipping my fingers in eddies of swirling froth and suffer the distant warmth fading with the passing of time. The Scent of Cinnamon and Coffee on My Hair.