“Poetry, drink and your memory”
September 14, 2016 15:02
Poetry, drink and your memory
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words. Some short poetry.
The ray of the sun
Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She took his hand and kissed each finger and she whispered.
“Dear Johnnie. Whiskey is always fair. Blocked away the memories. Love just stirred up wants we do not understand. Love is cruel and cold. The flesh never is content. Feel the ray of the sun. This is true. The sun will rise, whiskey can be bought and love will break your heart.”
Old Poet awoke to warm sun on his face and empty whiskey bottle. He looked to the sky and he thanked the liquor and booze gods for the whiskey angels.
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Sacred lover
Old rustic songs sang by Leonard Cohen…
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Dear blogger,
September 14, 2016 15:00
I opened this account in March, 2016, and for three months I had onlyone follower, Me.
I didn’t know how to use it, so I just experimented, and Voila, each time I learned something new!
After three months I got two followers, and finallyI felt found in this lost electronic world. These two followers were a sign that I was not alone!
However, it took me months to realize how it is done. Follow to get followed, like to get likes, comment to get commented, this was the way, Eureka!
Today, I am really happy getting the notification that I have reached a milestone of +500, compared to billions,this number is nothing, but being EGO-FREE, this numberis of high significance for me and I would liketo THANK all of YOU who spent valuable seconds and minutes of their precious life to hit a follow back, a like to my posts…
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The Gates
September 14, 2016 14:53
It was once said
Before you speak
Let your words pass through three gates:
Is it true?
Is it necessary?
Is it kind?
Do not appoint yourself the keeper of my gates. Do not seek to tame the wild animal inside my heart. Do not confuse my honesty for lack of devotion. Do not demand that I dilute of the truth under the guise of kindness. Love is brutal. And beautiful. And horrible. And honest. Do not abandon me because my words are powerful enough to inspire pain. They are spoken in truth. My truth. The truth hurts.
What is necessary? Compassion. In the aftermath of words that have fallen like bombs and streaked like shrapnel. Do not retreat from someone who loves you enough not to lie. Do not pack the wounds to your ego with the bitter gauze of silence. Do not steal my secrets and crumple my love…
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