Close your eyes forever…
Close my eyes forever… My rock and roll lady, we were rage, hate and anger, we were going to be great storms, we had youth as our wealth and we loved the night.… Continue reading
Close my eyes forever… My rock and roll lady, we were rage, hate and anger, we were going to be great storms, we had youth as our wealth and we loved the night.… Continue reading
I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? ——————————————————————————- The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survive the bad days and my… Continue reading
We weave our journey, strings and ropes decisions, take us to where we belong. ——————————————————————————————————– Once warrior, the body is old, the mind is tire. He is still a warrior, now he is… Continue reading
You are always on my mind… The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the realpleasures… Continue reading
In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness. In your eyes In your eyes.I’m everything,I am the… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Promises of love are endeared to our hearts. Please, promise me forever… Bashful and tender beauty rest with me on soft sheets of silk.Her… Continue reading
Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time Cigarettes, sweet wine and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up… Continue reading
Into the west. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number three… Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come… Continue reading
3 am poetry.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number two… 3 am poetry.. 1- She flashed her eyes at me she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie, be bold and careless with me. I… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number one… The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I can hear them whispering… Continue reading