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
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
My darkness, my light..
My darkness, my light.. Dance my sweet and wild spirit. Move with the Summer breezes. Make the sun worship your skin with her gentle caress of the sunlight. You make me wish for… Continue reading
In love with Brigitte.
In love with dear Brigitte… I remember you my beautiful Brigitte. Your eyes so blue and your heart so kind. I was in a abyss of sadness and you took my hands. You… Continue reading
A arousing illusion.
Arousing illusion.. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
The red dress..
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age. Johnnie and Daniela in 1978.. The red dress.. The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night. I had… Continue reading
I didn’t know..
I didn’t know.. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading
You forgave me..
You forgave me.. I remember us. We were something.I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more.I promised you the moon, I promised you an ancient love.Drinking aged wine and dancing till 4 am.… Continue reading
Don’t say nothing..
Just be.. You and I.We have known the storms of living and we have been the flowing rivers of love and kindness.We had many good days and we have known a few bad… Continue reading
Dear Susan and the sea..
Dear Susan..—She loved the sage,she loved the sea .She loved the ancient poets and ‘I loved her. — Her wanting her skin andher perfect face left him breathless.Her laced words.Left her empty and… Continue reading
Dead man walking..
Dead man walking.. Once alive man, now the drowning man. He sat alone in quiet apartment with the 30-30 on the table. He learned by two funerals, his life was wasted and he… Continue reading