Hold my hands.
Hold my hands. I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and he… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
Dance with the sea, dance with a lover and dance with your children.
Dance with the sea. Dance with a lover. Dance with your children. A wealthy man knows love and has many friends. Life is many things. In the end we must know love and… Continue reading
Almost a love story.
Almost a love story. You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading
Nothing remains the same.
Nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Your memory brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola.… Continue reading
The sweetest things.
Pinnacle Peak from Tom’s Thumb Ravine – McDowell Mountains (Photo credit: Al_HikesAZ) The sweetest things. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing.… Continue reading
Stitches.
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
Hold on tightly baby.
Hold on tightly baby. You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
Fabiola.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Old love. It is Jazzy Wednesday.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading