Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
“Billie Holiday” by Banksy quasi-philosophical scribble … whispers echo, stumbling, crawling, caught in sandstorms, trudging across deserts, strewn with famished hearts, staying afloat, somehow, ceaselessly bashed by merciless…
Originally posted on Vinzpoetry:
Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines… Killing one another; I can’t take it no more. I am a soloist, singing hello o…
(Thank you Tumblr) Glorious red Lace and cotton dreams, is you, my love. I love the fire in your heart, the softness of your voice. You make my dreams, glorious red and perfection.… Continue reading
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading
Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
an end that came too soon full stop on a sentence beginnings a storied introduction mix of joy and pain knowledge found in a glance soul an open…
(The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) Missing… Continue reading
Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was given? (For the dear singer Joey, her memory still bring tears to my eyes) Dear lord, I am getting so… Continue reading
Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tale and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were… Continue reading
Velvet and silk dreams ———————————————– Those eyes A sweet girl told me once, I love you Johnnie, I do. I looked into her brown eyes and I told her. We are babies… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood… Continue reading
