Stimulus
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Cole Keiste at unsplash There is nothing more detrimental Than negative self talk Discouraging yourself before you even start You have the gifts to blossom wherever you…
Monthly Archive: February, 2022
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Delicate wings…
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others Delicate wings…. Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep…
A thousand kisses deep…. The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet red… Continue reading
Deeper and deeper we shall fall…
Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together Deeper and deeper we shall… Continue reading
Ribbons and gold….
Ribbons and gold A Poem by Coyote Poetry With time we learn the real value of living. Ribbons and gold…. Once I plunged into work and making money.I was led by the natural… Continue reading
A Marian Hill song and a poem- Whiskey.
Whiskey…. Lovely Liz With pen and paper I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading
You forgave me…
You forgave me…. I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and… Continue reading
Write on me….
Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more… A Ozzie song with beautiful Lita Ford.
Let’s drink and pray for more…. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Poetry, drink and memories
The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading