Blindfolded and weightless….
Blindfolded and weightless… I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless… I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places… The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great… Continue reading
Let’s remember us… ———————————————————————————————————- Love forgotten, love dead, who was wrong? Who was right? Once we had long nights, once we made the mornings last till late afternoon. Did I forget my… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading
Another time, another place… The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Mirrored soul A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can we become strangers to ourselves? Who do we see in the mirror now? … Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter one. I believe, life takes us where we suppose to be. … Continue reading
Fall, the falling leaves… Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape. The running man can’t run no-more. Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave you bare and… Continue reading
(Fray-1 a : to wear (something, such as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret. b : to separate the threads at the edge of. 2 : strain, irritate … a botched new… Continue reading
The fray- Lost and found, dearest Luna – part three I saw her in the valley and I followed her. She walked slowly in the fray. The sky was bright orange and her… Continue reading