Windmills of your mind…
Windmills of your mind.. Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind,… Continue reading
Daily Archive: September 23, 2024
La petite mort…
La petite mort.. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading
You are my ocean…
You are my ocean… My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of her power… Continue reading
Broken man prayers…
Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely. … Continue reading
I am dancing with the Devil..
I am dancing with the Devil.. Once I played Russian Roulette with my life and I was stationed in Texas in 1994. I roamed Highway 35 for one year now and I adored… Continue reading
Dead flowers…
Dead flowers ————————————————————————— Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her… Continue reading
The gray whale..
The gray whale… Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days..
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I left… Continue reading
Dying, lying and you…
Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the whiskey, deadly dances and… Continue reading