The song of love…
The song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love.… Continue reading
The song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love.… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper… In the sixties. There was a good dream.We support to be working 32 hours a week and enjoying art, poetry and music by the year 2000.The… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more… What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts.I’m thankful… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer lover…. I wonder if love was ever real for me? I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember you, were we? Just myth… Continue reading
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
A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.) Russian roulette.. Beautiful young woman dances on a stage on… Continue reading
The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading
(The Raven and the CoyoteA Story by Coyote PoetryA story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.) The Raven and the Coyote.. The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by the sitting… Continue reading
You forgave me.. I remember us. We were something.I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more.I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love.We drank aged wine and we danced till… Continue reading