Sleepers In Their Graves
Originally posted on E.P. Robles | Poetry:
That there were no Souls in the World – and no one there to blame – but Me. That terrible sobs that took the time to…
Originally posted on E.P. Robles | Poetry:
That there were no Souls in the World – and no one there to blame – but Me. That terrible sobs that took the time to…
Originally posted on AbdelKarim – The Sufi Martyr:
Los humanos perversos Pervert D,Pervert M,Perverted B,Pervert friend. no one loves like meand that is good,the pureness of my loveis unmatched. people are just pervertsor…
(Johnnie in Monterey in 1992.) The Damned and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish…. The ways and means… Continue reading
(My dear grandmother Beulah in 1977) A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good. A good day to be… Continue reading
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Lexicon:
Nail me like Christ to your wall of shame spare me the flailing & submit to reason I am perilously unhappy here. there. and everywhere [garishly] …
Midnight rendezvous… Kind women are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and… Continue reading