Tag Archive: California

The pretty things, the dangerous things.

The pretty thing, the dangerous things. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading

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Dear Monterey.

Dear Monterey. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading

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Moonlight confessions.

2- Miss you.I’m missing you,I whispered to the falling sun in the west.The raising moon shed a tear for the lonely lover. 3- Moonlight.My moonlight confession,whispered words to the moon and the stars.Words… Continue reading

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California.

California. Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen. Once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s silence.… Continue reading

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No regrets.

I have no regrets (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regret. I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes.

I saw the sun in your eyes. (You allowed me to love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are not near. I yearn to hold your hands,… Continue reading

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If I knew.

If I knew. I would of loved more and said less. Sweet memories slip into my mind of us.Two people loving and holding tight like it was our last moment. I remember walking hand… Continue reading

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Waiting for a miracle.

Waiting for a miracle. I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading

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Can you see me?

Can you see me? 1600 mile to Dallas, seemed like a million miles. I’m so alone. I have learned to accept less.I have learned. Dead love is no love. I drink the bloody… Continue reading

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Just, let it be.

Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove and you can see the Pacific Ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words into a black notebook.… Continue reading

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