My Gypsy soul.
My gypsy soul.. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
My gypsy soul.. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… 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 sat together. Her eyes had died and her… Continue reading
Love demand payment… Young soldiers with old eyes sat alone by the New Jersey Atlantic sea. Writing words upon old journal for few to see.He wrote words with many meanings. “Reap what you… Continue reading
Where is my Gypsy wife tonight? 1- Pretty Bridgette danced alone by the sea and I told the night. You can’t control the sea and you cannot control love. 2- I told her,… Continue reading
If it be your will Once I sought death kiss, a loaded 30-30 rifle and Johnnie Walker prayers, was my sanctuary of a hellish ending. I locked the door, I played the Jim… Continue reading
My Joan of arc.. Dear beautiful poet, please write on my bare skin, I love you, I love you. Please let’s lay bare and pray. The night will be never-ending. You and me,… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love (Come live… Continue reading
I want to drink whiskey with Amanda.. Beautiful Amanda wanted to drink with Leonard Cohen and I want to listen to her and to drink the whiskey with her. I want to hear… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench in Central Park where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin,whispering stories of things to… Continue reading
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading