Falling backward…
Falling backward… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: March, 2022
Hell-bound and the whiskey tasting better…
Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading
Lest we forget.- And a beautiful Joni Mitchell song…
The Coyote song, lest we forget… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Joni Mitchell and some words. Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory..
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories become our wealth in old age. Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading
“We Deserve to Dream” (dance inspiration)
Originally posted on my inspired life:
It is a writer’s nature to think. They can create and save worlds with their thinking. Sometimes writers must save themselves from thinking it over and under…
Lilac wine….
Lilac wine… —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading
Can’t take my eyes off you…
Can’t take my mind off you…….. —Feel like million year ago and once, you and I believed in love.—- —I ran from your memory, I tried to forget your face. The running man… Continue reading
As long as the grass shall grow- And a Johnny Cash song.
As Long As The Grass Shall Grow He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me.I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you allowed… Continue reading
The cold night whispered..
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading