Lovely Liz and an amazing Marion Hill song.
Lovely Liz. With pen and paper, I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away. We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading
An Irish grave.
Some little poetry.. 1- His Achilles heel was his grandchildren, he tried to keep them safe. And he knew, he had left them a messy world for them. He allowed hateful voices of… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was the Gypsy girl and a Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee and a Big Sur story.
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Maggie Elizabeth. And an amazing Rod Stewart song.
Dear Maggie.. She was my sea dancer; she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco, drinking and trying to… Continue reading
Sunflowers, children and dog. Photos and some words.
I became an old man. I don’t travel and I like the quiet and my dog. I became my grandfather. I take care of my garden and my grandchildren. I have learned. Life… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing.
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Big Sur meditation.
Big Sur meditation. Who are we, my friend?Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life.Lifeless eyes, waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to find….. Old… Continue reading