Free-Spirit

Originally posted on Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled :
http://www.dreamstime.com/-image10508221 I must reintroduce myself, to my free spirit. It gets beside itself. For it stands by me, Flee’s outside me, but casually pretends,…

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“Needing and bleeding”

Needing and bleeding   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.                                      Needing and bleeding I have lived and died in your arms.… Continue reading

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Salt of Memory: for Mariano Arias by Pablo Armando Fernandez

Originally posted on Leonard Durso:
Fortunate the one who at the root has within hand’s reach the flower. The sediment of centuries cuts the tutelary home into the stone. By those rooms does…

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Not reacting or accepting-We are part of the action

Not reacting or accepting- We are part of the action. –The Hollow Men Mistah Kurtz — he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men… Continue reading

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in God’s name

Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
rape, pillage, slaughter, in God’s name. the excuses are legion: distortions by adherents. tailoring religion for narrow sectarian agendas. all these are aberrations, we are told. but if…

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Halie Loren and a poem.

Perhaps, perhaps my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the… Continue reading

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The Writing Garden ~ Issue Fourteen

Originally posted on The Writing Garden:
Cover Image ~ Light In Darkness Nadia Gerassimenko ~ Tepid Autumn ? A Dream Of Trees . There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,…

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I Love You (if I could).

Originally posted on There's No War in World:
I love you. If I could rush there, to the place where the walls have been smashed down and the borders between us were…

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Era

Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Perhaps we are all born in the right era growing up regretful we did not come of age when life was better the tinge of past tense greener fields…

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“The raging water”

  The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body… Continue reading

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