You can’t always get what you want..
You can’t always get what you want.. Johnnie and Suzanne were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: fiction
I am dancing with the Devil. And a beautiful Audie Case song..
I am dancing with the Devil.. Once I played Russian Roulette with my life and I was stationed in Texas in 1994.I roamed Highway 35 for one year now and I adored the… Continue reading
Leftover wine and a beautiful Melanie Safka song.
Leftover wine… In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading
Dear Florence..
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
The word, love is. Just another four letter word.
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… 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
The Gypsy dance..
The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well,can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies.They gather in the Winter to celebrate life and death at the… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two.
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part one.
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading
Old soldier..
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading