Drum to be heard

Originally posted on Poetheart!:
the drums chanting labored by calloused hands it doesnt know others sounds but the deaf drumming of their longings no one to hear…no one to understand but men preparing…

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“The flight of love”

The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to… Continue reading

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Deny love

Deny love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Sarah ~ Lady Idriel for the use of a few lines. Deny love “How could I love you the wrong way? How could this… Continue reading

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Break me

Words of a insane man A story by Coyote Poetry Long life made me know now. I lived this long because I could accept what was given and I could get up. Better… Continue reading

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Always on my mind

Always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed.Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces and places leave… Continue reading

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Please read. Kalia story is non-fiction about war and being a Marine

Thoughts From Baghdad A Book by Kalila The crazy things that go through my head in Iraq. Chapters Thoughts From Baghdad .oo1 Thoughts From Baghdad .oo2 Thoughts From Baghdad .oo3 Thoughts From Baghdad… Continue reading

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My small books of thoughts

My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading

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Amazon

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
They fatally wounded me But they don’t kill me An amazon Never Says Die

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Laughter……….

Originally posted on berrythesexdean:
Everybody laughs same in every language because laughter is a universal connector

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Luciana Zogbi. A amazing voice

      I heard your song Muse, honored songstress. Sing the song. Writers write. Painters paint. Dancer must dance. We need song, words and beauty. Utopia my friend is simple. Need beautiful… Continue reading

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