I would steal the moon for you.
I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading
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Russian Roulette.
The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading
Big Sur meditation.
Big Sur meditation… Who are we, my friend?Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life.Lifeless eyes, waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Some California poetry.
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading
The moon and the stars.
The moon and the stars Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing sea. I… Continue reading
Unforgettable.
Unforgettable I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading
Angela.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.) Angela Her beauty had became less with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
We must fall from the pinnacle of love.
We must fall from the pinnacle of love. We must fall from the pinnacle of lovemy kind and sweet friend. At the gate of paradise.We can play the fool.Can dance in the mist… Continue reading
I cannot forget you.
I cannot forget you. (A old poem written on 18 Feb 1993 with a re-write.) My sweet and kind friend. Please tell me. We are not done. We were friends first, lovers second.… Continue reading
If I knew.
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence lead only to more pain and sadness.) If I knew. If I knew.I would of … Continue reading