Monthly Archive: January, 2015

“Dangerous places and beautiful faces”

Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge.                          Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in uncontrolled… Continue reading

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Forest of Imagination

Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
Come and walk with me Through the forests Of my imagination The cool shade And silence Speaking to us Like an old friend Come and walk with me…

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out of reach :: #ashverse

A amazing poet and her words. Please read and enjoy.

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live in the moment

Originally posted on yousaidyouhadathought:
the one you have always been chasing for is a quarter mile away and nope it wasn’t too far within reach but it finally took you the guts to…

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“A ocean apart”

A ocean apart You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope. I hold a simple letter in my hands. Your sweet words saved me from pity and sadness. You wrote sweet… Continue reading

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Love in a Journal

Originally posted on Life With Catnip:
Her life is beautiful, it’s about writing It’s a journal of unchallenged portrayal, Writing her world of beauty and culture, Of hope and despair, and her travels,…

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So beautiful

Thank you Tumblr kamouraska cangrejo1Source:                    So beautiful You are waiting for me. I had to stop and look at you. You give me a sly smile and asked me. Do I look beautiful… Continue reading

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Creation…(My Favorite)

Amazing artwork and words by a talented writer. Please enjoy.

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She told me. Love demand payment

She told me. Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music create good poetry. She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed… Continue reading

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“Sins of our father”

Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.   Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they… Continue reading

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