The 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 paper.… Continue reading
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 paper.… Continue reading
No mercy dear Elizabeth She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly… Continue reading
We will sing and dance till the end The rain is pouring down and the dusk of the day had passed and gone. I tossed the empty tequila bottle inside a open trashcan.… Continue reading
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight Sober… Continue reading
Regards to a old memory I know love is never a fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same wants. … Continue reading
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We… Continue reading
The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant, you love books and words, you whispered words to create escape and better place. Dear Poet, please talk to me, please read… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow. Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love… Continue reading
Mercy ———————————————————————————————————————– The fallen man wanted nothing, the fallen man accepted his sadness. Once upon a life, he wanted everything. Love was near, great dreams were possible. Now the fallen man told his… Continue reading
Beautiful girl She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars, her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze. I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the… Continue reading