Your face….
Your face.. My crazy world knew no peace till you allowed me to sit with you, allowed me look into your wild dancing eyes, be blessed with the sweetness of your voice. I… Continue reading
Your face.. My crazy world knew no peace till you allowed me to sit with you, allowed me look into your wild dancing eyes, be blessed with the sweetness of your voice. I… Continue reading
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
The valley of the gun… 1- Is death sweet? Do we go easily into the final sleep? Without struggle. Do the dead cities talk? They do. They are killing women and children in… Continue reading
Never been to Spain… Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading
Be kind to each other—— Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon… (For a kind woman, I once knew. We met at the wrong time. She died alone in Reno.) Once a beautiful woman… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
The whore bath… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Seek the truth. The controlled media will lead you to confusion. We must know the truth. (When the children cry. Do we listen? Ukraine, rarely spoken… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica… Part one.. She torments my mind and she swim in my dreams. She loved the white English roses and the Spring wildflowers. She laughed at my poetry and I… Continue reading