Category Archive: life

“The color of love”

The color of love   Dear lover, you made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes and drown in the gentleness of your… Continue reading

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Angie

Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading

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Quédate

Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate   The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading

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Love had no pride

Love had no pride   Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once,… Continue reading

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Tempting fate

Tempting fate   I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turn black. I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading

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“The madness train”

(The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.)   The Madness train   I’m twisted up, hogties to bullshit.   I’m… Continue reading

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“Soldier of fortune”

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… Continue reading

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‘Expand and multiply’

Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expands and… Continue reading

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Lessons

Lessons engraved into the mind and heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder.                                 Lessons engraved into the mind and the heart. The hollow hours leave… Continue reading

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Utopia of the pen and the paper”

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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