Miss nothing, miss everything.
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love, and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love, and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
Like Father… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we become our parent? Do we follow their footsteps. Like father. My father, like most men. He learned to hide is sadness and disappointment. He… Continue reading
Show me the way to love. (Photo of my Daniela in 1978 and my first published poem somewhere. Written in 1979.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful… Continue reading
The daylight fading. Once the kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne used to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late into… Continue reading
Too old to die young. 1- Almost 68 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I told the night.. I am… Continue reading
Don’t give-up. I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind; I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation. I… Continue reading
My muse. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind words… Continue reading
Masterpiece. Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She creates a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything I… Continue reading