Old San Francisco..
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
I wish I was the morning sun… I wish I was the morning sun, be able to sun-kiss your skin. I wish I was the Summer rain, be able to caress your face,… Continue reading
War.. The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. Miss you..I’m missing you.I whispered to the falling sun in the west.The raising moon… Continue reading
She was a Spring sunny day and I was a winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved… Continue reading
1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank… Continue reading
My dear Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face.… Continue reading
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
Angels dancing, too close to earth.. Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you. Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was sweeter… Continue reading
Do for love.. Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
Wildest dreams.. (Written in March 1980) Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, doesn’t bleed no-more. Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my wildest dreams… Continue reading