Johnnie singing the blues.
Johnnie singing the blues I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your voice. My secret… Continue reading
Johnnie singing the blues I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your voice. My secret… Continue reading
Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading
The value of one life Men in offices, in Washington D.C. Screaming out, kill, fight and murder those son of bitches. They are the enemy? ———————————————————————————————————- Maybe the enemy are with-in the walls.… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
“Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp” Robert. Waterfall “Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp” The night is silence,… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
A love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading
The Lake song I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading