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The sparkle in your eyes..

The sparkles in your eyes.. I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world around you. I remember how badly I wanted you. How I twisted my world backward… Continue reading →

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Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover.

Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover.. I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady in… Continue reading →

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I dreamed of you..

(Thank you Tumblr-Milo Moire- A goddess) I dream of you.. I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of… Continue reading →

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The illusion, the longing.. And a amazing Marillion song..

Words for you my love —————————-The Illusion.. Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork.They are poetry for the eyes.I saw you resting alone. Simple photo with great beauty.The illusion of your… Continue reading →

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Just might.. And a amazing Sugarland song..

Just might.. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading →

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I try to remember..

I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014                          I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded… Continue reading →

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I can’t bleed, no-more..

I can’t bleed, no-more. ——————————————————————                             In Austin, Texas Johnnie don’t cry no-more for love, he don’t look for things… Continue reading →

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The poet wisp..

The poet wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read… Continue reading →

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The fragrance of time..

The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading →

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Please show me your real face.

Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading →

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