Pretty words…
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 Joan of Arc. And a brilliant Leonard Cohen song.
My Joan of Arc.. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading
I need a wild heart…
I need a wild heart Love made me live Beautiful woman told me, we need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants,the movement of love is like… Continue reading
Do you know me?
Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason and purpose to move.… Continue reading
The missing pieces…
(Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) Missing pieces.. On paper with black ink and thoughts. I… Continue reading
The surging sea..
1- The surging sea, the rushing waters.Our love and the sea.Untamed and running wild when awaken. 2- Enchanting lady,amor alive.New madness brought to life. 3- Simple glances and amorous gazes.Emerging love being born.Wild… Continue reading
Th drunken poet songs..
1- The beggar, just wanted a taste of her skin and her warm lips. The illusion of love near, made him believe, love was sweet, love was so good. Her whiskey kisses made… Continue reading
On the thread of a word..
On the thread of a word.. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number three..
Walking with giants. Number three… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Walking with giants. Number three… I re-joined the Army in 1991 and I was lucky. My life needed great change and I changed my… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number two.
Walking with giants. Number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants. Number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading