Hell-bend highway..
Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved.” My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer… Continue reading
Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved.” My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer… Continue reading
The night is young and the night is long my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
Jealous of the night.. Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat… Continue reading
Regards to dear Melanie.. I know love is never fair dear Melanie. Need perfect timing, place and same need.Rarely do two people meet at the same wants. I’m alright . I’m drinking the… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading
Dirty little secrets.. I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember, ” You and I”. I was the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune————————————————————- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet.I won more than I have lost.I have killed for money, I play a bastard for… Continue reading
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.You whispered to me in a sweet dream.“Over and over my dearest,we can run but we… Continue reading
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading