Secret love…
Secret love… Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice whispered. I… Continue reading
Secret love… Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice whispered. I… Continue reading
The crimson light… Forgiveness we must give, forgiveness we must know. Once hell-bound life destroyed by dead brothers and broken dreams. The evolution of life is fair. We shall pay for every sin… Continue reading
Jealous of the night… Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we supposed to be. I befriended a 30-30… Continue reading
Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower, and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till, he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to faraway places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love; I believe I could… Continue reading
Love is love…. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryEvery word had meaning. On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryTalk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, whiskey and dreams of peace…. Wishing, hoping and dreaming. All… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers….. Old age make us ponder thoughts and decisions.We travel… Continue reading