Monthly Archive: May, 2018

The eyes of the blind

Originally posted on Lance Sheridan:
She remembered the cold clouds, The black statements In a country no longer heard of; Voices once like a long needle in an arm, Tattooed over with government…

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‘You are my ocean

  You are my ocean   My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of… Continue reading

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San Diego Artwork

               

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California artwork

San Diego artwork.              

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Remember

Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer.

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Tattoos

tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time.   Tattoos   My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me, do you like my… Continue reading

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Confines Of Love

Originally posted on Heartstring Eulogies:
“I wonder, what would this world be if love was free?” Love is not a gender. It’s not a color. It’s not a religion, nor any other kind…

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Looking for Lestat’s cafe in San Diego

Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego   Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing artwork. I waited for Lestat. He did show. Pretty women in black did not tempt… Continue reading

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Artwork in the California desert

Artwork in the California desert Hidden beauty, never forgotten. Coyote    

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Landscape

Landscape Forget me not and please remember me always. I remember you. You were perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert. Your body, perfect landscape to discover… Continue reading

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