The haunting song.
The haunting song… The cold days of Winter are slowly leaving us and we waiting for the warm days of Spring. Today I’m drinking alone, dancing alone and singing songs alone. My chosen… Continue reading
I am no-one and you are my everything.
I’m no-one and you are my everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one and you are my everything…. Old wise men… Continue reading
Flesh and bones.
Flesh and bones. (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading
Almost to California.
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
The rum and juice lullaby.
The rum and juice lullaby… Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading
My Gypsy soul.
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man.Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
My father’s mind.
My father’s mind. If you live by the gun, you will die by the gun. Do corpses talk? My father asked me a few time when the rum was aplenty. Who will be… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars.
The sun, the moon and the stars. 1- She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warms our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
Photos of my garden and a few words.
Flowers in a garden.. I love my garden. I do like when the Sunflowers begin to bloom. The bees come to visit. Nice to be surrounded by the gifts of nature. I have… Continue reading