The gray whale..
The gray whale… 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 a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Dying, lying and you…
Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the whiskey, deadly dances and… Continue reading
A wild bird…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die.” A wild bird.. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember… When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
The darkest days…
The darkest days… Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading
A wish upon a star…
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.” A wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day…
A Monterey Summer day…. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading
The golden Dusk…
The golden dusk… We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time.I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you?Now our silence whispers of love words are rarely… Continue reading
Write down your wishes and prayers…
California poetry- Write down your wishes and prayers… Simple life need, just enough. If we take more than we need, we become, just thieves of useless items. I found a simple place, a… Continue reading
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written.
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written.. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading