Come home with me.. And two amazing Tom Waits songs.
Come home with me.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number fourteen.) Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we… Continue reading
Tag Archive: fiction
Hotel California.
Hotel California.. I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
Ain’t no fucking good war..
Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always..
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.. And a powerful video.
Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas,moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze.She held the attention of the men holding tightly to good whiskey… Continue reading
Please Peggy, don’t cry.. And one of the great songs.
Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry… I found you again in 1992. My war had ended for awhile and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen… Continue reading
Fable love..
Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Lest we shall forget and a amazing song.
Lest we forgot.. My old bones are sore, my eyes are weaker and the whiskey taste harder tonight. I ain’t searching for Jesus, I ain’t searching for the Devil. I have found both and… Continue reading
When the sun kisses the moon..
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Once upon a time. A story. Part one.
Once upon a time.. A lone man is waiting for a friend. It is a hot Summer day in late June 2018. He is sitting by the lake at Stoney Creek. He watched… Continue reading