Monthly Archive: July, 2019

“Write on me”

Write on me   The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars, thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading

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The gypsy heart

Gypsy heart   Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading

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Some poetry

Rage and pain, illusion and deceit. Love born than died. —- Slender shoulders kissed. The nakedly dance, the midnight hour splendor —— Captured, unrestrained, taunts and torment. Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote

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“lover, lover, lover”

Burning desire   Locked doors took us to the utopia of the embrace and the sweet kiss. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new for us… Continue reading

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“Concrete angel”

Concrete angel   It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading

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Deep End

Originally posted on Poetkisses:
? Forgotten Forsaken She ached and ached Left to drift on her own The sea nymph was forced to roam the ocean alone The wicked witch cursed her with…

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Collateral

Originally posted on Theater of Sorrows:
Doorway Divulging Delicious Depictions Were on a collision, LoveThere’s been a division, LoveI don’t understand how to be with you againThis pain is clawing my insides, slicing,…

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Paris

A wonderful poem by a talented writer.

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Black heart

Black heart   In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind.   He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading

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Falling Into the Ocean

Originally posted on What's on your Mind:
Kisses that taste like bitter coffee, My favorite smell, but it doesn’t taste as sweet. Your lips are cold, like the ice melting in my…

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