Monthly Archive: April, 2025

Please read the amazing poet.

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Do we ask for more?

Do we ask for more? 1- Do we ask for more? Do we pray for more kisses? Does love die? Or do we forget was love was. 2- I want to be drunk… Continue reading

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Everything had it’s time..

Everything had it’s time… 1-  We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.… Continue reading

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Falling and falling, we shall go..

Falling and falling, we shall go. We had a June warm  Summer days, the Lake St. Clair was in the from of us and we sat by the witches trees. Hand in hand,… Continue reading

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Angie.

Angie.. I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words and… Continue reading

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Should of loved you more..

Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading

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You gave me no chance..

You gave me no chance.. My beautiful dear lady is waiting for me, a touch of the sun upon her face. I stand at a distance and I appreciate her gentle eyes, the… Continue reading

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A Spring flower..

A Spring flower..  Was a Spring flower,so tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower,that reached for the sky.The sky and the sun adored her. She would dance with the wind.The wind would… Continue reading

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You are my sea..

You are my sea  You saved me once and again.I remember, you took my hand on a warm October nightand we went to the Monterey Bay.You held me like a child, sang the… Continue reading

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I was captured by a midnight wish..

Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote

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