Bad to the bone.. And one of the great songs.
Bad to the bone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Good music took me to good days and places.) Bad to the bones.. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which… Continue reading
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My grandfather house..
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
The dream surfer..
The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s day. For my missed dear mother.
Mother didn’t blink A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime in a life we must do the correct things to fix a problem. Our grandmother and our mother. The teacher of love. Mother did… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick..
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
If I could, I would..
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache..
The hills and the Apache.. I had a bottle of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line. Do some free-climbing and drink till… Continue reading
Wanderlust..
Wanderlust — Damn those eyes….. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
The golden dust..
The golden Dust…. We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time. I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you? Now our silence whispers of love words… Continue reading
Tattoos.
Tattoos..A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me, do you like my tattoos? I smiled and… Continue reading