Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading
Once you told me, I love you, I need you. Now the blessed words had turned so damn dirty. I told you, I love you still, but now our love is a… Continue reading
(Adult poetry) Stripped to the bone I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words.… Continue reading
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
I am here Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his… Continue reading
Velvet and silk dreams ———————————————– Those eyes A sweet girl told me once, I love you Johnnie, I do. I looked into her brown eyes… Continue reading
(I need a year in Idyllwild, California.) Idyllwild Last May 2018. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild. My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no… Continue reading
Originally posted on LE MONDE DE SOLÈNE:
A l’horizon de la nuit le soleil se lève encore aujourd’hui Jour après jour c’est toujours ce même soleil qui vient dissiper la brume de…
The last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her… Continue reading
Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading