Just be and a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
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
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
Home of the rising sun. New Orleans… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading
Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking Long Islands ice tea and accepted his time and place. He knew. You decide your beginning and ending. Life… Continue reading
When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love.” I’m no-one. You are everything.. Old wise men know. The farewells are dreaded and the hellos are always sweet.I remember… Continue reading
You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none.” You have saved me.. I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos.Suicide was… Continue reading
Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Goodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things.” Bittersweet goodbye.. “I walk up to her house.I celebrated one year with this young woman.In the comfort of… Continue reading
Three short poems about love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Three short poems about love.. 1- Open the window.. Open the shades wide.Light the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be… Continue reading
The value of a good life.. I was asked by a desperate man. “Why do I live? If I wasn’t born. Would it matter?” I told him the story I learn from a… Continue reading