Lilac wine —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint… Continue reading
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading
The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body… Continue reading
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world… Continue reading
Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought… Continue reading
Delicate wings Beautiful Liz, she allowed me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip down their true cover and show you what is hidden beneath clothing and fear. They are… Continue reading
Should I stay or should I go? Wild world and free road was my lover’s wishes, my pretty lady, never tamed, never honest, never true. I was her last stop and she… Continue reading
Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry I found her again in 1992. My war was over and she was fighting a lifetime war. She had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City, sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin, whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading