Originally posted on In Between:
When the coffee runs outWould you brew a cup of tea with me? When the money goes thinWould you dream in gold with me? When it begins to…

Originally posted on Cami*Star Poetry:
I write to escape reality Or does reality nudge me to write? I write to transform emotions into poems Or do poetic vibes transform me into emotions?…

The White cliffs of Dover Places gain value when you are surrounded by  war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The white cliffs of Dover,… Continue reading →

The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must think and make wise decisions, written sometime in the eighties.)” The whore bath…..  Large shining teeth.Telling me the way to heaven.  I will find… Continue reading →

Dreams and the great Dreamers (My Christmas hope. We stand together to stop the coronavirus. I pray the anger of many turn to healing. Winter is coming and we must learn. One people… Continue reading →

(Johnnie in Santa Cruz, 1992.) Let it be Old man sitting alone.                Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove.                You can see the Pacific ocean forever.                Miles of the beautiful and… Continue reading →

We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly. We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time, we held our kisses long and sweet. We didn’t know. Love words, love… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Think About These Things:
Darkness swirls through my waking dreams, fears and irrationalities But the comforting pat from a mother’s hand in the night to calm me Huge waves threaten…

 Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tale and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading →

You forgave me I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and dancing… Continue reading →