The Disease
The disease A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some sickness is permanent. The DISEASE Two strangers sat together in the Austin, Texas Jazz club.… Continue reading
The disease A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some sickness is permanent. The DISEASE Two strangers sat together in the Austin, Texas Jazz club.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Made of sticks and stones:
? photo credit: h.koppdelaney Observer via photopin (license) Reaching out for something As if it might be Poisoned, the antidote Is not getting you through.…
Originally posted on Bruised But Not Broken:
Even the heathens used to suck on their mamas titty..? There was a time the addicts cried for milk and that was enough.. Those babies grew…
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Originally posted on The Shade of Writing:
By Damien Knight The warrior wakes surrounded by dead Mind spinning, ghosts in my head Blood spills like wine out of me Here I die my soul set free…
In your lap If I lost you. The daytime would become darker and the… Continue reading
Originally posted on Taking The Long Way:
Thirty Thousand kids, Every night Starving, crying, Dying, While you slept. Doesn’t it anger you, knowing We have food abundance today. It’s rotting in the fields,…
Originally posted on Tales of a Curious mind:
“Be you -the world will adjust “ ~unknown Hello bloggren!!! You remember those small notes I mentioned to keep sliding in.. Well here goes another …
Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love You bare your words to me, exposing… Continue reading