Dear Susan and the sea..
Dear Susan..—She loved the sage,she loved the sea .She loved the ancient poets and ‘I loved her. — Her wanting her skin andher perfect face left him breathless.Her laced words.Left her empty and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Dead man walking..
Dead man walking.. Once alive man, now the drowning man. He sat alone in quiet apartment with the 30-30 on the table. He learned by two funerals, his life was wasted and he… Continue reading
My favorite place. Near the sea..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time. The sea.. I told her. Become like the sea. Move with the dancing waves,… Continue reading
Baby, two highways can never be one..
Will you still me tomorrow Beautiful Jenni told me. Baby, two highways can never be one. You want the world and I want you here. War, battles to be fought and new places… Continue reading
Dear Daniela.
Dear Daniela.. Dear Daniela. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading
Sweet red wine…
Sweet red wine… It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came out. They are cheap and tasty and It was a beautiful late summer day. The youth of the… Continue reading
I called your name..
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
The stone face man..
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading
Jennifer..
She held silence and she answered. Dear Johnnie. You want the world. I have two year child and I’m not free to roam and discover the wild world. I was a dead weight… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows- chapter two..
Ghost and shadows… Chapter two Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the fire and great storms in her eyes make him believe. Life was more than him. Life could be… Continue reading