Monthly Archive: September, 2019

Maybe yes, maybe no.

  Maybe yes, maybe no?     I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading

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When The Cosmos Awakens

Originally posted on yaskhan:
Fragrant blossoms perfume the trees Air roseate with redolence Birds warbling endless resonance. Dew luminesces flowers and leaves Where butterflies on morning jaunt Fluttering prismatic feathers flaunt. Morning serenade…

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Coyote quotes and more.

Coyote quotes and more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some words.       If you save one life, you learn love. If you save many lives, you learn peace. ————————————————————————————– Better to… Continue reading

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I didn’t give up…

Originally posted on Rinum's blog:
I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early…

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“Folly”

Folly     Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.     We can ascend and we can… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn– Siren

Purgatory Inn —  “Conversation with a Siren”   Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading

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Barefoot in Dreams of Grass

Originally posted on Blaze of Obscurity:
When did you last lay down in the grass and look out at the sky and hills? When did you last go outside with no shoes on…

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“She used to love me a lot”

 She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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The last time I saw your face

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading

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“Turn, turn, turn

 Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once, come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be my… Continue reading

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