Originally posted on Leonard Durso:
Fortunate the one who at the root has within hand’s reach the flower. The sediment of centuries cuts the tutelary home into the stone. By those rooms does…
Not reacting or accepting- We are part of the action. –The Hollow Men Mistah Kurtz — he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men… Continue reading
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Perhaps, perhaps my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the… Continue reading
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Originally posted on There's No War in World:
I love you. If I could rush there, to the place where the walls have been smashed down and the borders between us were…
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Perhaps we are all born in the right era growing up regretful we did not come of age when life was better the tinge of past tense greener fields…
The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body… Continue reading
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Originally posted on Cari's Blog:
A pinch of salt Pour powder Contents meet Liquid simmer . Stir… Stir Red come forth Bloody result I somersault . I’ve got it! I’ve made it!…
