He Showed Me the Way…

Originally posted on Cyranny's cove:
? If only, I knew the way to his heart I’d pack my bags thus taking the necessities to complete my journey towards him, Taking care, caressing…

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“San Francisco”

San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this… Continue reading

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“Don’t ask for less”

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                 Don’t ask for less Echos of memories and… Continue reading

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“I wanted everything”

I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love.                       I wanted everything and… Continue reading

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Torture…

Originally posted on J Britt:
I tell myself, This will also fade away, Time is the remedy… Never knowing, I could feel, So much loss, All at once, I thought I had prepared…

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The twisted dance of love

The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I felt the heat of tender flesh and I looked into your blue eyes.… Continue reading

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Watch “5 Most Hunted places in India that will leave you shocked” on YouTube

Originally posted on truthiskef:
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Wildflowers dreams

Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me.                            Wildflowers dream      (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving… Continue reading

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“The storm”

The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we want what we shouldn’t have.                                       The storm She had shrouded him with gentle embrace. She was his dream and want. He knew to… Continue reading

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forgiveness as strong as flowers

Originally posted on Buckets on a Barefoot Beach:
america seeps into cracks of sidewalks … …seeps… red graffiti like petals of voices …unheard… …seeps protests burning white hot as hell’s collection bills… and…

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