Old fashion Morphine…
Old fashion Morphine Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of peaches and tempting softness made me… Continue reading
Down, baby, down…
Down, baby, down Dreaming and believing, living and dying, loving and hating, lying and crying. Good days and the bad days. Demanding or careless? Song and slow dance we need, deeper… Continue reading
Clare Means songs and some quotes.
Love will come, when we are willing to let her in.——– Tasting death bitterness had taught me to love, life sweetness more.——– Women, who love the sorrow, rarely will… Continue reading
A self portrait…
A self portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping… Continue reading
My Love Is Like The Fragrant Myrrh
Beautiful use of words.
Wildflowers…
Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness, I know you cannot… Continue reading
Free bird…
(We will miss freedom when she is gone. Don’t give away your rights away to think freely, to wander freely and be free to decide your life. Nothing is free. When the government… Continue reading
Man Has Made Quite A Mess Of Things…
Originally posted on Toni Roberts' Photojournal of Self-Transformation:
Flowers On Window Altar – Arrangement/Photography by Toni Roberts Gaia is now cleaning House… The Planet is re–Ordering ItSelf… And NO…It does not need your…
Everyone is a river…
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island. … Continue reading
We lies, we died and I still wanted you…
We lies, we died and I still wanted you We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “my soldier,… Continue reading