The kiss.. The old poet write by the sea, he scribble words about faces, places missed and gone. The radiant morning sun sun-kissed his face and he told the Pacific ocean. The poet’s… 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