The sea is near.
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
We lie, we died and we still wanted more.
We lie, we died and we still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, my soldier,… Continue reading
Coffee, you and the sun.
Coffee, you and the sun. The kind sun rest upon your tender skin. The warm coffee and deep thoughts leave me wishing. To know what you hide beneath those perfect eyes. Coffee, you… Continue reading
Love tragedy.
Love tragedy. I remember the hello. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading
Did we give enough? Did we bleed?
Did we give enough? Did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted to the sea. Did I give enough? Did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
You are my ocean.
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves, and I felt the safety of her power… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.
The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
Love drove me to madness.
I remember the summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea, and you loved the wine country of… Continue reading
Delicate flower.
Delicate flower. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower. I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading