Monthly Archive: May, 2017

Abyss

Originally posted on KavaraStories:
A is the birth of everything The consciousness that guides our faith The embers that breathe fire But thoughts of the lone self are bound to develop So to…

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Tales Are Meant To Be Told

Originally posted on KavaraStories:
He told her?that he’d love her, Until after the stars turned to dust He told her she was gold And silver and velvet and maroon He told her she…

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“I miss nothing”

I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content. You were my Joan… Continue reading

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Dear Amie

Dear Amie (Denying love rewards leave you with great reward) Sweet words once whispered by an ancient Poet. Dear Amie. Sweet and kind Poet. All of us hold madness, anger and regret. The… Continue reading

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Morning Thoughts, Blessing to You <3

Originally posted on My Paint My Words:
One of the most renown, women in the past century, Mother Theresa of Calcutta, was once asked a question.  Her response was brilliant: “I was once…

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Speak, Write & Sing

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

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The Tiny Mangrove Princess

Originally posted on Moccasins at Meadow Arc:
On the very edge of a beach forest, a tree baby hovered in her peapod, waiting to be born. Of course, the baby’s fairy knew this…

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Springtime in the South Side

Originally posted on Rampant & Golden:
The sky is a stray bullet and the buses are late night in broad daylight a witness an accomplice about to stand trial or slaughtered, whichever comes…

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Write, write and write some more

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading

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Don’t pray for the dead men. Pray for the live ones.

Don’t pray for dead men. Pray for the live ones. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to… Continue reading

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