Jazzy Monday and a poem. With open eyes…
With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Like a river, going to the sea… I am following the moving river and I can smell the sea in the air. I decided I was a prisoner in a mess-up prison. I… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night and I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting… Continue reading
I can’t bleed no-more. —————————————————————— In Austin, Texas.. Johnnie don’t cry no-more for love, he don’t look for things… Continue reading
The sea dancer.. The lovely coming Dusk, worshiped the dancing beauty. The falling sun smiled, the rising moon loved the girl, dancing for him. I went to her and I told her, you… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. We, just must learn, to live with the foolishness already done. The Angels… Continue reading