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
Tag Archive: California
I remember you, I remember us.
1- Angela. I remember you. My barefoot gal who danced with the sea. Where did our days of youth go? Angela, beautiful Angela. I remember you, I remember us. 2- Dear Michigan dream,… Continue reading
The waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. And a beautiful Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
She was a dancer.
She was a dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
I do; dear I do. Time is a cold-hearted thief.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once, I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf.
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine, telling the passing people. You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love. The old… Continue reading
California a dreaming.
California a dreaming. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope.… Continue reading
The word-man.
The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… 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