Waiting by the wayside…
Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts. Waiting by the wayside… I was waiting by the wayside.Tried to figure out some simple… Continue reading
Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts. Waiting by the wayside… I was waiting by the wayside.Tried to figure out some simple… Continue reading
(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered… Continue reading
The night is young and the night is long, my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
She brought his face to her breasts and she sang to him.“Lovers love, Lover stay.The Gypsy heart can stray,the Gypsy heart love the elixir of kiss,the strong drink,they love the smell of the… Continue reading
Lilac wine… Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love, my Summer… Continue reading
Angela.. Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady.Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin.Few of us are clean and the most of us… Continue reading