Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses…

 Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve pm trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needed… Continue reading

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Mani colme di anni (Ita – Fr – Eng- Esp)

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Emile Verrion A Catherine Mani colme di anni Sei venuta con le mani colme degli anniin cui eri lontana e le hai posate sulle mie manicome minuscole margherite che…

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Those were the days, my friend…

  Those were the days, my friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds.… Continue reading

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The last chance motel…

The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal.  “Song of my father, songs of the long… Continue reading

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Wildfire Love

Originally posted on Restored People Community:
Imma run aroundLike the wildfireHe made me to be,To stand out…This world’s gonna catch His loveOne way or the other,This love is boldIt’s contagious…I’m not stoppin til…

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A Nick Cave song and some words…

  My lover, my lover…. Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face.We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading

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Dear November…

Dear November… I liked the cold days of November, slower days and the kind earth fall into deep rest.The season of Autumn, a grand teacher.We learn, grand nature will die and in the… Continue reading

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Great song and a poem….

Would you lay with me…. I wrote into a journal. “Would you fight for love. Fight so damn hard to keep love alive and well? Change life and dreams for the one, who… Continue reading

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mon chèriette.

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.

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The silence and the sea…

The silence and the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need places where we can gather our thoughts. The silence and the sea…. Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from… Continue reading

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