The stranger songs.

Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just release for the sake of the body and not the heart. Just fragments… Continue reading

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Love conquered all.

Love conquered all. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances where love grow like flowers in the Spring.They know. Love conquered all. I write down name of… Continue reading

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The sea.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time.                               The sea.. I told her. Become like the sea. Move with the dancing waves,… Continue reading

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Poesy.

Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame.They allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east.Allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading

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Souvenirs of the heart.

Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo books from the past. Last book my father read.Old silver dollars father’s collected.Father’s silver… Continue reading

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Love tragedies.

Love tragedies  1- I found you my kind lady,you were my savior,my voice of sanity.Love tragedy left us feeling empty,just wishes and gestures of fairy tales magic we would not have. 2- Sin,… Continue reading

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Love demand payment.

Love demand payment. Young soldiers with old eyes sat alone by the New Jersey Atlantic sea. Writing words upon old journal for few to see.He wrote words with many meanings.Reap what you sow.Prey… Continue reading

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Coffee, me and you.

Coffee, me and you. “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.”    … Continue reading

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Freedom is missed, when she is lost.

Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left? Coyote spirit. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held… Continue reading

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You are me and I am you.

You are me and I’m you People who see color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son or… Continue reading

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