With open eyes.
With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
Daily Archive: August 25, 2025
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful… (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
The word, love. Just another four-letter word.
The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free… Continue reading
My September love.
My September love.. 1- My lady of the sea,my dancing woman who love the morning sun on her face.She told me, it is early September.my bed is cold and lonely.Let’s find a place… Continue reading
Solitude and seclusion.
Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into his own.) Kahlil Gibran I’m swimming in shit and blood.World falling to anger and hate.Men crying out… Continue reading
I used to be.
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I… Continue reading