Religion of Love

Originally posted on Spiritual messages:
? ? All rivers flow into the Ocean Are the main streams not like religions That flow into the Ocean Into the Ocean of Love and Light? Each…

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I love you…

I love you A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust a lost love poem from November 1993                                 I love you… I love you more than the morning sunrise.I love you more than all my dreams… Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper…

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLast freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the paper… In… Continue reading

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Mirrored soul

Mirrored soul A Poem by Coyote PoetryMay-day poetry number fifteen.                            Mirrored soul… The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw… Continue reading

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Almost love.

Almost love A Poem by Coyote PoetryMay-day poetry number fourteen. Almost love… I found you letter today and I read the letter you wrote me in 1980. You took me back to a lovely… Continue reading

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The Eden

Originally posted on Speck Of Gold:
The Eden, watercolor on A3 Paper. Available for sale. So often in life we ask, chase, beg and fight for scraps of love. It took me so…

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Pencil tattoos

A amazing poem shared by a talented writer.

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The poet and the naked lady…

(Two amazing videos.)  The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my… Continue reading

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Wanderlust… And a great singer.

 Wanderlust —                         Damn those eyes….. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading

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The lady near the sea…

The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading

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