Daily Archive: April 8, 2018

‘Let’s pretend my lover’

Let’s pretend my lover Once we were Hemingway and Agnes. We drank, we made love and we had enough. The damn Spring was looming near and I saw in your eyes, the Winter’s… Continue reading

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The Agony Inside

Originally posted on Musings Of An Autistic Mind:
Cut me loose And let it free The agony inside of me I breathe you in, but it never comes out Shielded by anger and…

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Remove Humanity, Remove Sin

Originally posted on Musings Of An Autistic Mind:
Shuttle me to chapel street Tackle my desire to trade in eternity For bad decisions Baltimore city drowns in ports of poor Drinking but never…

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She serene me with the sweet words of love’

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry   (Words of love leave us weak and needing more.)   She serene me with the sweet words of… Continue reading

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Age is merely…

Originally posted on Lori Greer in Portland:
Age is merely the  number of years the world has been enjoying you! I can’t remember where I found this little quote. I placed it on my…

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You are perfect

You are perfect Old Poet wrote words for a pretty dancer at the Stray Cat lounge, she is dancing bare-footed and alone on the lonely dance floor..   “What is wrong, what is… Continue reading

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