The storm. And amazing music.
Please stay all night with me.. She was my first storm I danced with. I loved how her long strawberry red hair moved when she danced by the Lake Superior lake. It was… Continue reading
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Love is a careless child. And a amazing video.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh” Love is a careless child.. I took my pen to paper and wrote that… Continue reading
You are my everything and everything was you..
You are everything and everything was you.. Love remembers everything, I told my new young friend at the Seaside city, California tavern. A beautiful red-haired beauty with long legs walked by and I… Continue reading
Cocoa beach..
Cocoa beach.. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading
Damn the ancient Gods..
Damn the ancient Gods.. Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love. They tried… Continue reading
Bad love…
Bad love.. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
My darkness, my light..
My darkness, my light.. Dance my sweet and wild spirit. Move with the Summer breezes. Make the sun worship your skin with her gentle caress of the sunlight. You make me wish for… Continue reading
In love with Brigitte.
In love with dear Brigitte… I remember you my beautiful Brigitte. Your eyes so blue and your heart so kind. I was in a abyss of sadness and you took my hands. You… Continue reading
A arousing illusion.
Arousing illusion.. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
The red dress..
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age. Johnnie and Daniela in 1978.. The red dress.. The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night. I had… Continue reading