I will take care of you..
I will take care of you.. Longing, belonging and believing. Love was life, life was love. I learn, bleeding, screaming and the damn whiskey can’t kill the memory. Once, with a single kiss.… Continue reading
The weeping willow..
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more..
Let’s drink and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin,her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Almost home. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.
Almost home Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
Nothing really matters.. And a amazing Nick Cave song.
Nothing really matters.. She asked him,with tears falling down her pretty face.What do you want from me?You borrow and steal,leave me feeling empty.You walk away from me and I chase you.Do you need… Continue reading
Forget me not.. And a beautiful Melanie song.
Forget me not—- She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be their, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. —- I remember the… Continue reading
Black roses..
Black roses..A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Black roses.. Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a place of mystery. She asked… Continue reading
Make me believe dear poet..
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
My midnight dancer..
My midnight dancer.. A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading
I miss nothing and amazing “The Pretty Reckless” song.
I miss nothing.. In and out we played, digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content. You were my Joan… Continue reading