The cursed lullaby

The cursed lullaby   Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the… Continue reading

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‘I want to love you like

I want to love you like   I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love.   I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to… Continue reading

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‘Pain and lesson

Pain and lesson   A thousand lessons deep. I learn too late, hold silence and listen. I lost many upon the road of living. I wished too late. To left brothers with kind… Continue reading

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SHE

Originally posted on The Flawddess:
Neither safe inside the Womb nor Outside. Neither safe in the Light nor in the Dark. Neither safe on the Streets nor inside the Home. Neither safe amongst…

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Man – Elemental

Originally posted on deletedangel (New Rambling):
Man tis a violent storming wind shivering in brilliant glow of the daytime sun a common sandy beach shifting sand washing aways sorrows of a forgotten land…

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The black night

The black night and the shadow dance   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The black night and the shadow dance   A long time ago in the late night hours of… Continue reading

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I love you

Je t’aime- I love you   You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes… Continue reading

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A lifetime

A lifetime   Regards to you, my pretty lady. Once I fought the world with great anger and I have learned disappointment. I told you often. Your words are true. You told me.… Continue reading

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You can’t always get what you want’

You can’t always get what you want.   Johnnie and Suzanne were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me… Continue reading

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Inside the walls of sin

Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
My bathroom falls, like walls bleeding poetry of forlorn wrists. The process of cleansing my body is like knotting my untamed hair into a Chinese Bun. The…

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