3 am poetry and a beautiful Omer Balik song.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I had a few 3 am calls. The good whiskey make you forget. You murdered love. 
3 am poetry..
1- She flashed her eyes at me she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie, be bold and careless with me. I laughed at her words and I told her. Never adore a woman, who isn’t seeking love.
2- Old wise ancient wisdom written many moons ago.
Divided we fall,
together, acting as one in goals and dreams.
We can change our world.
3- A midnight fling, we need.
We need to steal kisses and borrowed laughter.
The night demand payment my love.
4- Mistress love, where have you gone?
Mistress love, please call my name.
Mistress love, the night is long and I am waiting for you.
Bliss and kiss, I need.
Mistress love, where are you?
5- The fathoms of things he had done.
Left him wondering.
Did he have enough time to fix his karma?
He knew karma was three-fold in payment.
Maybe he did the Devil’s dance for too long?
Coyote