Don’t give up… Happy Thanksgiving.
Don’t give-up…. I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.I fought… Continue reading
Don’t give-up…. I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.I fought… Continue reading
My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading
Poesy… (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame,they allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east,allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve pm trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needed… Continue reading
Those were the days, my friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds.… Continue reading
The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long… Continue reading
My lover, my lover…. Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face.We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading
Dear November… I liked the cold days of November, slower days and the kind earth fall into deep rest.The season of Autumn, a grand teacher.We learn, grand nature will die and in the… Continue reading
Would you lay with me…. I wrote into a journal. “Would you fight for love. Fight so damn hard to keep love alive and well? Change life and dreams for the one, who… Continue reading
The silence and the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need places where we can gather our thoughts. The silence and the sea…. Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from… Continue reading