The last time I saw your face. I remember.
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.Today,… Continue reading
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.Today,… 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
Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading
Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were less sad now and she told me. Thank you Johnnie… Continue reading
Thank you dear friend for the mercy of your friendship. 1- Leona, my sweetest angel. Once I was alone. I lost everything and beautiful dear Leona. You held me like a child. I… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading