Tag Archive: California

You can’t catch the wind.

You can’t catch the wind. 1- Her eyes were cold; her voice was just a whisper of hope. She told me. Dear Johnnie. You can’t catch the wind and love is for the… Continue reading

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The sea is near.

The sea is near.. 1- Once upon a-time. I found the Pacific ocean. I went to her and I tossed off my shoes. Took off my pant and my shirt. I ran into… Continue reading

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Into the west.

Into the west. Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific Ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading

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Secrets and wants.

1- You You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- Secrets I… Continue reading

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A little crazy.

A little crazy. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading

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With open eyes.

With open eyes.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Closed eyes can’t see nothing.  With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the… Continue reading

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Hemingway table.

Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading

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Be wild and be free.

Be wild and be free. 1- I was seeking you; you were seeking me. You knew I was near the Monterey Bay. I was writing words for the Pacific Ocean, and I was… Continue reading

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The sea, the wishes. Please listen to the lovely Tosha Hill song.

The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading

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Ride.

Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading

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