Death come when he desires.
Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great job.A hot girlfriend with clear blue eyes and legs as long as Texas highway… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Death
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago, I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman changes my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
If I could, I would..
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
Blood and wine..
( Death Valley. Took my unit six months to clean up bodies and damaged vehicles.) Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the… Continue reading
Do we regret, things left undone?
Do you regret, things left undone?(For dear mother, who left my world in 2021.) My mama song was easy. She wanted her cigarettes, her cold beer and she loved her dogs. She didn’t… Continue reading
Once upon a time..
Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
I remember you..
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
Angels, muses and sirens…
Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one.” Angels, muses and sirens.. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything… Continue reading
When comes a stranger…
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desired. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
No tears at my farewell..
No tears at my farewell A Poem by Coyote Poetry Enjoy life. Take every opportunity to tell someone you love them. No tears at my farewell When my body becomes tired andthe blood… Continue reading