Johnnie singing the blues.
Johnnie singing the blues I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your voice. My secret… Continue reading
Johnnie singing the blues I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your voice. My secret… Continue reading
Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading
The value of one life Men in offices, in Washington D.C. Screaming out, kill, fight and murder those son of bitches. They are the enemy? ———————————————————————————————————- Maybe the enemy are with-in the walls.… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading
A moment, of forever “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle. We found a safe place to keep… Continue reading