Waterfall… and a Beth Hart song.

Waterfall A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe waterfall, free-flowing water. Like we should be.)“ Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp”Robert. Waterfall….. “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp” The night… Continue reading

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My California…

My California…. Azure sky, chaos Pacific ocean, my lover. The stormy sea,the murmur of the sea,whispered to me. Love may slumber, war are never-ending and we shall remember the sweetest kisses. In 1991,… Continue reading

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last night

Amazing words shared by a amazing writer.

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here we go… [again…]

Amazing words shared by a talented writer.

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The crying woman- Page six and seven.

The crying woman… Page six (Warning–This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18) I went back to my hotel room and I took off my dress and… Continue reading

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Whiskey dreams are still the same…

Whiskey dreams are still the same….                      ( Written on 7 Nov. 1979. Time don’t change too much ) , Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard. We sing if ” I were the king of… Continue reading

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Daybreak confession to the sea…

Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again.  Daybreak confession to the Sea…. I have reached… Continue reading

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Dead man arms..

Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading

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The crying woman- Page 1-5.

The crying woman A Book by Coyote PoetryMy dream writing. This tale came to me in my dreams. Not a kind story. We shall learn, no free money or free gifts. Everything demand payment.… Continue reading

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I don’t remember how you looked..

(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I believe second poem published somewhere.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe… Continue reading

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