Tag Archive: music

When you lose freedom. What is left? Free bird..

Free bird… We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading

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My secret life..

My secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made… Continue reading

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Beautiful Alexia Evellyn song. Lakoka Lullaby and a poem.

December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading

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Just words.. And a beautiful Katy Claire Funke song..

Just words.. Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses I have… Continue reading

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Rage and pain.. And a beautiful Katy Funke song..

Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote

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A penny for your thoughts..

A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and  thank you… Continue reading

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I remember..

I remember… Old man drinking alone at the Irish Tavern and he had two drinks filled with whiskey and two cold beers. He held the whiskey and the  seat next to him was… Continue reading

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My Wednesday prayer..

Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer, an old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading

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Bitter branches..

Bitter branches.. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches  and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading

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Would you, could you? And a beautiful Whoa Dakota song..

Would you? I am sorry I caused you pain.I wouldn’t want to break your heart,I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men who gave-in,accepted less.Cannot… Continue reading

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