Amazing words shared by a amazing writer.

Amazing words shared by a talented writer.

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

(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 →

Texas bars and Texas women (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told  me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading →

Vinegar and sweet wine… Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving  on  plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading →