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
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
You are in Paris and I am here..
(Paris in 1979.) You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my thoughts. I read your words and I wished I was someone else.I… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the guns.
The war, the blood and the guns… No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war.Who do we blame my friend?War is alive my… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby…
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me and a beautiful Joss Stone song.
Nothing could stop me… I traveled 2500 miles to see your face and nothing could stop me. When I arrive at your home. I will kiss your hair, I will kiss your neck… Continue reading
My Texas rose…
My Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea..
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
So cold…
So cold… She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick..
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
Love is love…
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 with… Continue reading