Poetry- Love, passion and meaning.

Poetry-love, passion and meaning.   “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading

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Love had me learn madness

Love had me learn madness -Break me-   Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life… Continue reading

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‘A Sunday prayer’

A Sunday prayer   Time for us, all of us to stop. Give a few second of your busy day. We need to stop and to pray. Pray for our world. Pray we… Continue reading

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A Broken Rhapsody

Originally posted on vikas chandra:
If you had the time, to just be mine I’d buy you, be my cockatoo! How empty’s, my day of valentine With a lovelorn love, how a heart…

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Whiskey

Whiskey   She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading

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“YOUTH HAS NO GUILT”

Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
Under the covers, Hands fly. Skins touch… … Youth has no guilt… Mouths water. Hips move! Moans escape… … Youth has no guilt… Experiments tried. Favors exchanged. Tongues…

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The moon and the stars

  The moon and the stars   Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing… Continue reading

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The first time I saw your face’

The first time I saw your face   I found lonely road and Godless hearts. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading

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She danced by the light of the candles’

She danced by the light of the candles.   I sat by the bay, I watched the sun fall into the sea, I was a street poet of the night, I wore Army… Continue reading

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Pity ain’t love

Originally posted on vikas chandra:
How to come to terms, with that dream? That rejoices ache, of a love’s esteem Being unsought, if not, enough, a sin Betrays scorned love, that pity saccharine…

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