Love demand payment.
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 sow.Prey… 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 sow.Prey… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time… Continue reading
Highway 80 is calling my name. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling my name. I’m tire, so damn tired.… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning.You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain.The Germany Winter made our… Continue reading
(Truth or dare?A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures.) Truth or dare? Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare.… Continue reading
I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading
Bad to the bone. (Written in 1989) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my heart and… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were less sad now and she told me. Thank you Johnnie… Continue reading