The violence storms ————————————————————————————————————– Whiskey didn’t kill me and war befriended me. Wounded heart that blood-out, had nothing left to lose. Pretty Poet told me in Monterey. California sun,… Continue reading
Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my… Continue reading
Originally posted on AfterSpell:
She was wild and reckless, a gypsy soul with the hippie heart- as they would say! refused to settle- she loved playing with the fire and chasing her own…
(The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.) The Madness train I’m twisted up, hogties to bullshit. I’m… Continue reading
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. They have learned profound knowledge and they know… Continue reading
Originally posted on Creating Heaven On Earth:
The Road of Salvation … [a lifting of/reversal of incongruities in regards to Love/Peace] ? … leads to the Path of Forgiveness … [cease blaming/feeling guilty…
Originally posted on liezel graham:
sometimes, i want to take off my skin, . and memories, and fears . and sin. . . and all the things that i should leave behind, but…
Fall sweet honey Beautiful as the rising Summer sun, sweet and kind like the fresh Fall Michigan sweet honey. She told me, if you want me. Must leave your tomb and find me,… Continue reading
Originally posted on Timeless Classics:
***** I’d dressed myself in black that day From boots to jacket, skirt and hat My little girl appropriate For dirt the local playground at It rested in…
