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Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all night long.
Now we are the hang-man joke. Twisted letters once vulgar we spoke, fearless and hard. Now we lay-down and we whisper no mas. We exile ourselves to the corridor of silence. We have become nameless people in a world of shame. Once we were brave and now, we look at the morning sky, asked her, please have mercy upon me, make me believe I am not dead no more. Make me believe I can save myself, save my beloved.
My lover eyes, one fire and brimstone, are empty and quiet. She asked me, can we be saved? I told her, we sold out to the worldly things. We must run away from the shallow rules, leave the…
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Remembering the fragrance of Winter
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Remembering the fragrance of Winter…
I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days of Spring arrived. My Spring fever, I slumbered in the need of love. I preferred long road trips, the sea and the mountains.
Early Winter, I drank alone in the Germany taverns and I saw a brown hair beauty. I did love the Bonnie girls who flashed her long-lashes and her brown eyes, sung songs of the drink and the sea. Scottish girls loved the pathless woods and folly of the jester’s prayer.
“Don’t wait for a miracle, there are none, men are dogs, love war, women and the drink…
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Love had no pride…
Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my midnight dancer in the cold nights of Winter.
On a night with the liar’s moon above, I told her, I loved her so and she whispered. “Dear Johnnie, forgive me, I am a mess and cannot be awaken.”
I held her tighter, and I whispered. Please tell me sweet lies, please make me believe in miracles and wishes. I know, love had no pride. We have tonight, maybe tomorrow. You and I, we are running from everything and everyone. The half-moon night is above us; we can share the sweet lies. Pretend we have forever and a-day.
Pretty Jenny wrapped her nude body tightly around me, she whispered.
“Love had no pride dear Johnnie, after we give…
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Source: Pathway to Finality – LUNA
I think I’m madly in love with you
The more I’m away
The more I think of you, everyday
It felt as if I was intoxicated
Who took my soul and made me this addicted?
To you and only you that I see
It was you, the most addictive kind of drug that ever existed
Is love pain?
I can feel it crawling the more I’m away
It pains me only if we can’t be near to one another
If I die over and over again
I’d still pick you
It would always be you
Even in a different alternate reality
My dreams overtook me
But I still could never
Supplement the wonderful life with you
In a world full of darkness
Even the night, lights up with stars sometimes
The light in my world is you
It always been you
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No matter how many beautifulmoments I conjure, they never dazzle enough to outshine the reminisce I keep for you in the fold of my heart
By, Shantanu Baruah
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