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Originally posted on Christina Strigas:
a rush of adrenaline straight to the soul whether you like to admit it or not, drinking is the solution to reality. guilty of feeling too much for…
The kindness of September
The kindness of September Our Michigan home is ready for the nocturnal rest and I watched you look at the change of color with my adoring eyes. I encircled… Continue reading
No chance
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… Continue reading
My lover, my lover…
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
A voyage and some words.
A voyage One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted… Continue reading
Poem: Kindness is a lifestyle not a trend
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
Promises and a miracle…
Promises and a miracle Your soft hands in my hands, us together upon the soft bed. You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak. We knew, love didn’t need words.… Continue reading
Le pourpier
Originally posted on La Page @Mélie:
Ce n’est pas très beau, un pourpier… Il rampe, il étend ses tiges rougeâtres et charnues… On a même envie de l’arracher lorsqu’il pousse, sans être…
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
13 POEMS in Terror House Magazine
Originally posted on Daydreaming as a profession:
rainy season damage one unlucky boxer in a very open marriage guilt is one heavy anvil the world is full of fetishists honestly, I had to…