“I miss nothing”
I miss nothing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Taylor Monsen and the Pretty Reckless. Good song. I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were… Continue reading
I miss nothing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Taylor Monsen and the Pretty Reckless. Good song. I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were… Continue reading
Lover, lover, lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reason to write. Burning desire Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was… Continue reading
The beautiful journey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo ninjakelleySource:(Thank you Tumblr) The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979. Watching… Continue reading
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. The road called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got… Continue reading
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing. Locked and loaded The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine… Continue reading
My Christmas prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Christmas poem My Christmas prayer Christmas is coming. The bless day of Jesus birth. I pray all people can learn the lessons of… Continue reading
Her beauty has not blinded me A Poem by Coyote Poetry In my time of living. People can get twisted. Her beauty has not blinded me She roamed like an old tom… Continue reading
Quotes from London, Dryden and me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I re-read Dryden and London yesterday. Here are some quotes and thoughts. Quotes from London, Dryden and me. “Marriage is dead, when… Continue reading
Flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive. Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each… Continue reading