Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of a life. Beautiful faces and passionate kisses.. When the… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela.. Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench in Central Park where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin,whispering stories of things to… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Sur, Ca. Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will… Continue reading
A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall.. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature… Continue reading
Originally posted on Deathless Shadows:
Sleep lies beside meas a ghostas an aspiration,flecks of paintflakes of rusta thin immersive crust; hearing dreams emergewithout meleaving me behindwithin mefeeling dreams submergecoming up for airalmost too…
My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
The painted memories.. Mia, the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. She love to paint the sea and the faces of people. She told me often. Johnnie, we need painted memories for our… Continue reading
