Like a river, going to the sea..
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
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
Into the west, I go… 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… Continue reading
A safe place to go I’m dreaming of Big Sur,I’m wanting to be at the River Inn.Listening to good music and drinking the good wine. The California coastline saved my life once.I found… Continue reading