Two Guitars.
Two guitars. I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood, and I called you and I told you, my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Germany
The dance of the Gypsies.
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Love, song and dance, blood and the road.” The dance of the Gypsies. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes beautiful women dancing and singing on the… Continue reading
The mystical places.
The mystical places. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.” The mystical… Continue reading
The sweet red wine.
The sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible. The sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet… Continue reading
Love had taught me madness.
Break me. Please break me and make me bleed. Make me know, I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death… Continue reading
If you go away.
If you go away. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies.
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams.
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two… Continue reading
Glorious love.
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading