Growing up in vintage walls
Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
i was born of clay and mud with peppermint segments inside my mouths. My body was a pillar of rust— ballistic Squamish music growing like a pepper…
Monthly Archive: May, 2018
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Practice patience; it is the essence of praise. Have patience, for that is true worship. No other worship is worth as much. Have patience; patience is the key to all relief. – Rumi
Originally posted on YA BAKİ ENTEL BAKİ:
Two of the hardest tests in life: The patience to wait for the right moment and the courage to accept whatever you encounter. Ruhsal yoldaki en…
The gin and juice lullaby
The gin and juice lullaby Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I… Continue reading
The cursed lullaby
The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the… Continue reading
‘I want to love you like
I want to love you like I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to… Continue reading
‘Pain and lesson
Pain and lesson A thousand lessons deep. I learn too late, hold silence and listen. I lost many upon the road of living. I wished too late. To left brothers with kind… Continue reading
SHE
Originally posted on The Flawddess:
Neither safe inside the Womb nor Outside. Neither safe in the Light nor in the Dark. Neither safe on the Streets nor inside the Home. Neither safe amongst…
Man – Elemental
Originally posted on deletedangel (New Rambling):
Man tis a violent storming wind shivering in brilliant glow of the daytime sun a common sandy beach shifting sand washing aways sorrows of a forgotten land…
The black night
The black night and the shadow dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of… Continue reading
I love you
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes… Continue reading