We were young once..
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth“Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover.
Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover.. I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady in… Continue reading
I am dancing with the Devil. And a beautiful Audie Case song..
I am dancing with the Devil.. Once I played Russian Roulette with my life and I was stationed in Texas in 1994.I roamed Highway 35 for one year now and I adored the… Continue reading
A jazzy Tuesday.. Old love.
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
Hello again. For dear Peggy..
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy… I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song..
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses.I told her. Dear Veronica,… Continue reading
I dreamed of you..
(Thank you Tumblr-Milo Moire- A goddess) I dream of you.. I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of… Continue reading
Fabiola, my Fabiola.. Now remain the same.
Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Should of loved you more..
Should of loved you more… He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Leftover wine and a beautiful Melanie Safka song.
Leftover wine… In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading