Adrift in memories.
The night rain.. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I want… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The paradox of a soldier..
The paradox of a soldier.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We decide our life. Ensure you figure out what you need. The paradox of a soldier.. The paradox of a soldier. He loved war, … Continue reading
Pleasure and the pain..
Pleasure and the pain. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life will teach us many things. Pleasure and the pain… Pleasure and pain, we shall know. A twisted dance we do. You say you love… Continue reading
Let us soar with the powerful hawks into the morning sky.
1- We can soar freely like powerful hawk into the morning sky. We can stand on the great mountains and we can dance with the clouds. We can seek the sea and we… Continue reading
Big Sur and love..
1— He loved her so. She played his heart softly and tenderly like a violin. Creating a song of majestic days, eternal nights. Her music filled with grace and joy. She was a… Continue reading
Roses and lovers. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
Roses and lovers… “O my love, O my love.I said: Let me fall or stand,let me fall or stand,let me live or die,but this once hear me speak-O my love, O my love.Yet a… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance. And a amazing song.
Thank you for the dance.. My bare foot lady danced by the sea,the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky.I watched her dance, joyfully and content to celebrate… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face..
I was condemned after I saw your face… I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom.She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas… Continue reading
Was a Spring flower..
Was a Spring flower… So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky andthe sky and the sun adored her. She would dance with the win andthe wind would… Continue reading
The drinking song. I stand with Ukraine.
Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in Southern California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading