Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river… Nicole sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading
Dear Belinda.
Dear Belinda.. I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl I ever known. When I looked into her eyes,… Continue reading
Fool’s gold.
Fool’s gold. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading
I am growing old and hanging with the great Tom Jones.
I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
The wildflower.
1- Nude. You leave me breathless,with nothing to hide,evening perfection. 2- Wildflowers. The wildflowers are jealous,with you nearby,become less beautiful. 3 Painted memories. I wrote on skin,I painted secret words,on yearning skin. —————————————————————————————… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.
Behold a beautiful rose.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in… Continue reading
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The book of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts.
My midnight thoughts.. I started drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow. I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9 pm… Continue reading