‘Folly’
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the… Continue reading
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the… Continue reading
You are my masterpiece I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me,… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
teardrops her words are teardropspreserved in my eyeslike liquid diamondsof inspirationcascading in my heartseeping bone deep should you find any beautyin the verses I spillit is her…
Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy, I don’t know which way is out or in. I have fell into too deep and I can’t see… Continue reading
Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming… Continue reading
Please read the work of a talented writer. the world extends its frozen branches to you adorned with the decadence of greedy, icy-jeweled, cruel hearts your wandering self shivers you hold out a… Continue reading
(Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life.) Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons… Continue reading
At midnight I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying… Continue reading
Only one king of Song, Elvis