Times wait for no-one…
Time waits for no-one… The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one… The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading
A canvas of you. A pretty gal sat with me, holding my hands and I told her. You are my extraordinary gal. You love the sea, you love the ancient writers and you… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading
Time after time ——————————————————————————— The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? ——————————————————————————- The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survive the bad days and my… Continue reading
Colors.. Black, white, brown and yellow. What is the different? I am so tire of the colors, tossed in my face. Isn’t a man, just a man, a woman, just a woman. We… Continue reading
The fire, the flames and you.. You are my river of joy.My muse in the mist of confusion. I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my hope fly… Continue reading
Deny love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Sarah ~ Lady Idriel for the use of a few lines. Deny love.. “How could I love you the wrong way?How could this be… Continue reading
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others Delicate wings.. Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her words and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading
Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading