Vaulted Hopes

Originally posted on Kim V. Poetry:
I live for moonlessNights by the sea,So that I mayWrite my secretsOn black sandAnd swim under theShadowy waves. I have vaulted hopesAnd sanguine wishes,Of a life lived…

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The Little Death

Originally posted on Kim V. Poetry:
The hour grows lateAnd I know that ourTime at handIs coming to an end. I know that I will weepFor you,And the tears will fallLike bursting rain…

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Forgive me…

Forgive me… Please forgive me for what I did to you, we did to each other. I’m sorry I escape your life and hid from your memory. I was young,learning to love. Finding… Continue reading →

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I am waiting for you..

I am waiting for you.. Once we were brave, we stripped bare and we showed real face. I sang to you. “I am waiting for you my dearest love. I remember you told… Continue reading →

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For Rory. One angel knows my name..

“Three fingers of Tequila… One finger for the cancer, one finger for the poison they send pouring through your vein one finger for the preacher cause I don’t believe the Jesus that who… Continue reading →

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Great Wednesday song and a poem.

Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading →

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Hemingway table…

  Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America  for three years, seeking… Continue reading →

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Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..

Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading →

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Water Horses and Magical Mares

Originally posted on Bonjour From Brittany:
Venerated since antiquity, the horse long played an important role in the popular religious and secular traditions of Brittany. The beast was more than a mere symbol…

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The desperate kiss…

The desperate kiss… Old man last wish, old man first wish. She tattoos his memory in the Summer of 1996. Was the finest gal he ever seen. She made the sleeping man come… Continue reading →

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