Delicate and boundless..
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
A stranger, I became.. He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs. Once he needed home, once he needed his family. And now he need new… Continue reading
Dear Daniela.. Dear Daniela. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading
The blue dress.. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes, grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Belinda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading
My small books of thoughts.. What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness. Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and… Continue reading
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
I am coming home.. I sat in the plane from Philly to Detroit.. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor… Continue reading
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading