She is free…
She is free —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Pretty words..
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
Vaya con dios..
Vaya con dios.. Song, sin and gin.not enough to forget you.We said goodbye and I learn, I was alone. ——————————————————– I have pretty pictures,warm memories andI don’t have you. ———————————————————- Vaya con dios,maybe… Continue reading
Damn the ancient Gods..
Damn the ancient Gods… Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love, they tried… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty…
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life” I serenaded to the paragon of beauty..… Continue reading
Dying, lying and you..
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 sea often, for we loved the whiskey, deadly… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered… Continue reading
I remember you…
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you… The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
We are born to live..
We are born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year living near the sea.” … Continue reading
My dearest love, where did you go?
My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading