Bad love…
Bad love… I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
Bad love… I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose… I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you John Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reasons to write today. Poesy… (For John Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame.They allow praise… Continue reading
My wild Texas rose… Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together.When the moon took over the night sky. People from different places fell… Continue reading
Ride True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing song till the morning light.Knowing open highways and not being controlled by money and possessions. I want the sea, the mountains and… Continue reading
Please come home to me… I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons. Dear lover… I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are written… Continue reading
Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. Angels, muses and sirens…. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything… Continue reading
My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring… (I need a warm Spring day. I need to feel the warm sun upon my face.) The cold of Winter fade away when I look… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love…. The night is long and the drink is cheap.The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared in the dancing… Continue reading