Beautiful Maria. Showed me the way to the fray.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Now nothing remains the same.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The day is gone and the darkness is here. For beautiful dear Jennifer.
The day is gone and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lose more than I gained. Once, after a war, I returned home and… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice.
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one sweet kiss. Angel with… Continue reading
You are my music.
You are my music. We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile; I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… Continue reading
Live, my friends.
Live. Live my friends. Dead men don’t complain, liars always lie. Sleeping men cannot see or feel. What is real and what is not? Took a war for me to learn to live.… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes.
The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
Kindness, we need.
Kindness, we need. In her eyes, I saw the sea, in her eyes, I saw the long Monterey beaches, in her eyes. She had the figure of the Aphrodite; she had the voice… Continue reading
Come away with me and an amazing Norah Jones song.
Come away with me. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading