Michigan…

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  Michigan…

Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and drank strong drink in 40 countries. Years later I sat outside your house and I saw you and your baby girl. Dancing and so damn happy.

My regret is I never said goodbye to you. You were the girl I dreamed about for 10 years and I never stopped to appreciate your kindness given. I remembered I sat and watched you from a distance. I left you be. Sad books and story need to be closed forever. I had no words to say to a kind woman who try to hold down a hurricane.

Today I sit in a South American tavern. I wonder did Hemingway miss anything? Did he yearn for a sweet woman somewhere? Did…

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Love words of a mad man…

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Love words of a mad man

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Just words"

1-Break me….

Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, know life can be okay.

Drink of my skin and eat of my flesh and make me scream. I want to become lost in you and I have accepted the bad ending. I learn fairy tale ending are for children.

Wear the black dress and nothing else. I want the purple-black scarfs upon your wrists. I want you sing in sweet whispers to me. “I want nothing Johnnie and I want everything.” Be mine alone my muse, my siren. Dark night allowed sober kisses and wild dance to expand to places. Places for the ghosts to love and kiss.

In the purgatory of life. We need to beg for things we should…

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Write To Survive – Chapter Six

Sara Flower's Stories

Poisoned

The Princess

I work, I write, I walk

Life takes on a rhythm I like

Some say you meet the right one when you’re not looking

Blue eyes and a boyish face greet me across the room

We are slow to talk, but when we do our connection soars

Both far from home, we share a bond

I am a princess, but he is something of a ruffian

We both traveled to the west coast from the same province

I can’t help but want to be close to him

Every time we part ways, he tells me to get home safe

He seems like a friend, universe knows I could use one

He loses his wallet one day and I help him look for it

He says he owes me a tea for helping him

His gaze looks a bit wolf-like, but it must be my imagination

The Wolf

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RELIGIONS AND HYPOCRISY

E.P. Robles | Poetry

DROPPING from the sky as a rain drop
i feel so good dropping from my life
i feel so very alive and the skies weep
and my soul sings.

i don’t believe in your religions or hypocrisy
and i feel like a drop of pure rain
my Soul is bare

falling down into the soil & feeding a new
seed of a flower and i feel so good —
oh yeah.

Don’t take my photo until i’m born
and i don’t believe in your sanctitude
i don’t believe in your lies
and wonder what my parents think of
me now

To give a Soul for a Flower
A soul for a flower
yea.

:: 05.11.2021 ::

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An Ordered Dysfunction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Leave the world alone and change your conceptions of yourself.” Neville Goddard

An Ordered Dysfunction There is a fantasy writ large that we can stop the world, that we hold a remedy against the delorous mechanical life, an ordered dysfunction of the denial of natural ways, a series of boxes beckoning imprisonment in darkness. That we hold a remedy against the delorous mechanical life beggars belief that so simple a notion holds true, a series of boxes beckoning imprisonment in darkness masquerading as enlightenment and liberation. Beggars belief that so simple a notion holds true, offering no evidence to the contrary we avert our eyes, masquerading as enlightenment and liberation, struggling to find the means of stemming the tide. Offering no evidence to the contrary we avert our eyes, an ordered dysfunction of the denial of natural ways, struggling to find the means of stemming…

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