Please hold my hands. And an amazing Lady Gaga song.
Please hold my hands. I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Simple rules to live by.
If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Lead with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.” The simple rules to live by.. “Do not wrong or… Continue reading
Like father.
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.” Killed and killed… On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and wake… Continue reading
The fortunate ones.
The fortunate ones. Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kisses your face and the lake is near.The long summer days, blessings for us who love the free wildflowers and the… Continue reading
The days of freedom.
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
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
The sweet Melody of love.
The sweet Melody of love. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved my life once.You promised an endless love and I was to bathe in your eyes of… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden, and I remember my grandfather’s words. Johnnie, you did… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her… Continue reading
An empty bottle.
An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading