The silent sea…
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations. Blushing… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations. Blushing… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared… Continue reading
Hey brother, hey sister (Time for us to learn. Lead with concern, kindness and listen. Old world is gone. New world is here. Call a friend missed, call the family members and be… Continue reading
I hate you, I love you I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I… Continue reading
The wicked game I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading
Daniela My world, was wild and fast moving. I was running away from ghosts and moving too fast, trying to defeat the wind of time. Then I saw a miracle, her eyes of… 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… Continue reading
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. Our… 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
Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) (The world is fighting a common enemy. This sickness touched the four corners of our world. I hope our leaders learn. One people and one earth.… Continue reading