Letters, never send.
Letters, never send. Dear Juliette You told me often my Juliette, I was whimsical or not. Always wanting too much, always wanting to test life. I was like the running river. Always moving… Continue reading
Letters, never send. Dear Juliette You told me often my Juliette, I was whimsical or not. Always wanting too much, always wanting to test life. I was like the running river. Always moving… Continue reading
THE ILLUSION. I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading
I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night, and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Dead ends. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty nearby. Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
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 learns… Continue reading
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love, and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading