Art and words.
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
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The brown eyed girl.
The brown eyed girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some women make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights.
Sweet pleasures and rare delights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some 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… Continue reading
My lady.
My lady. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I wish… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness. Be kind, listen and think.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help.” Too late for forgiveness.. Second brother… Continue reading
I wanted the Hemingway life and some photos/words.
I wanted the Hemingway life. I attempted and I learn. War is shit and love is everything. I saw war and destruction. Today I seek laughter and love. Hemingway was right. Woman, drink… Continue reading
Spin the bottle.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.” Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone. He told me. Damn if you do. Damn if… Continue reading
Everybody knows.
Everybody knows. (Everybody knows. Trickery and foolishness had led us to new place. Everybody knew we allowed a mad man to win. I hold no hatred for the Arabic people. They have been… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. A secret melody.
Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There are consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading
Remembering Joy and Nightbirde. Where do the angels go?
(Cancer stole stole two angels from us.) Once beautiful Joey stole my heart. Face and voice of a angel. I learn life can steal the beautiful and kind people from us. Kind and… Continue reading