The sway of the sea..
The sway of the sea.. I watched her paint her face, she covered her majesty face with colors of brown and black. I told her, you don’t need the make-up. Your beautiful face,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
The ankle bracelet..
The ankle bracelet.. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on mountain tops and worshiped the hawks and the eagles, I have been in the arms of the great… Continue reading
Her Gypsy heart..
Her Gypsy heart.. 1- Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to… Continue reading
The beautiful girl..
The beautiful girl.. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars,her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the gift… Continue reading
Run away with me.. And a beautiful Carly Rae Jepsen song.
Run away with me… Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor.Please run away with me.Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand.Hand in hand, we will roam to the… Continue reading
A song of forever…
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
When comes a stranger…
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desired. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment..
Don’t look at me with disappointment. (Written in 1978) Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls,I’m not afraid.Like you, a… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea..
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
The empty jars and a amazing Ray LaMontagne song.
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.She told me on a cold Winter morning,I store my dreams in the old mason jars.Each one… Continue reading