I knew how to sing once dear Julie.
I knew how to sing once dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Never love a poet.
1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and once, we adored love. Time… Continue reading
Fifty shades of black. Maybe more.
Dear Sharon…I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss.You were the hurricane, and I was the pond water.I wrote to dear Sharon Kovacs,please give me one dance.I want to remember… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.
The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
Show me, where it hurt. Outstanding Skylar Grey music.
Show me, where it hurts… One- She was an earth angel,she had a raging spirit, and she loved the sea, the deep forest.She weaved safe place for me with the beach walks and… Continue reading
Once we had the Elvis songs.
Once we had the Elvis songs. Hello girl, its Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
Dear lover. I remember you; I remember us.
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry “People can fall together for the wrong reasons.” Dear lover. I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are written… Continue reading
Iodine.
Iodine. For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love is fair. In the end. Winners and losers… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Last chance saloon.
Last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money, and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading