The karma of love..
My Scottish Beauty in 1979. (When we are young. We waste the gift of love.) The Karma of Love…(Written on 5 March 1985) I remember when the sparkles in your eyes couldlight up… Continue reading
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Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading
Black laced pen..
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Blue eyes angel is crying for me..
Blue eyes angel is crying for me… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1981. I hope rewritten better. Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil… Continue reading
Like this and a amazing poem by Tilda Swinton.
Like this… If someone ask you. What is right, what is wrong? Tell them, fall into the morning, find something beautiful to see. Like this. If someone ask you. Is love true? Is… Continue reading
Wednesday night poetry..
Wednesday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Wicked games, we do play..
Wicked games, we do play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading
My due reward..
My due reward… Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you would leave the damn Army and stay… Continue reading
Love is a careless child..
Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer..
A wing and a prayer.. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading