For my brother. Written in 1988.
( April is poetry month. Poem number five. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with.) For… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Poem number five. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with.) For… Continue reading
Lovers in Paris.. She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading
I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I… Continue reading
Dance me to the end of love… 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers.… Continue reading
Mirrored soul.. The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw the veil of heaven and I have tasted death breathe. I am the son of the forest, the water and the sky.… Continue reading
A stranger, I became… He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs.Once he needed home, once he needed his family.And now he need new cities, new… Continue reading
Pieces of April…. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April.The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Spring time kisses,our Spring time dances with Lake Michigan.I loved… Continue reading
No take-backs my dear friend… Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. “ The lucky or the crazy? We danced… Continue reading
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path.I listen for the flowing river and I go to her.Rarely do I see people.I sit with the trees, the free animals and allow my feet… Continue reading