Be a Fool

Walk a little faster

Scream a little louder

Don’t be afraid to be a fool

Fools are much wiser and braver than most


Because they dare to try

They have the courage to be “weird”

To stand out in the crowd

To share their inner goof with the world around them



but above all…



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Let Me In Love

I have never been with anyone I could not forget.

It’s not butterflies, but it’s honest.

So you can imagine my surprise when one certain person refused to leave my mind.

Outside of expectation, without explanation… I just love you…just for being you.

So raw so beautiful, completely purely you.

I didn’t know what hit me

All of the sudden there was you

Holding all of my heart

Seeing me for all that I am

And loving me just the same

They said you would come

But I never believed I would find you

Yet here you are

In the most horrific of timing

our lives racing against one another

each grasping for  a much different goal.

I wish you could only understand just how much I love you

For all that you are

And loving you just the same

Fate brought us together

Let us not allow fear to hold us back

I know in my heart you are my love

Nothing could be any clearer

Let me love me love you

My love

Let me hold you

My love

Sweet love

Let me in



Good song and some poetry.


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.


Sacred lover
Old rustic songs sang by Leonard Cohen…

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Complaining is Complaining

Most people do not realize that as they continue to find things to complain about, they disallow their own physical well-being. Many do not realize that before they were complaining about an aching body or a chronic disease, they were complaining about many other things first. It does not matter if the object of your complaint is about someone you are angry with, behavior in others that you believe is wrong, or something wrong with your own physical body. Complaining is complaining, and it disallows improvement. – Abraham Hicks


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