Let’s drink more and pray for more…
Let’s drink more and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed.… Continue reading
Let’s drink more and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed.… Continue reading
I want to fall in love again…. The deepest midnight wishes we have. Wishes to the first star seen above in the early dust of the night, wishes shared for the moon and… Continue reading
I adore you.. Perfect beauty resting in my arms and I whispered a quiet prayer.“I love your face,I love hearing your sweet and gentle voice,I love when you laugh and when you cry.You… Continue reading
1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading
Just dance… Hold me close, hold me sweet.Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence of perfume.Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find forbidden and wild place.… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
Now and forever… Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin. He knew when he left the Pacific ocean. No-one was waiting for… Continue reading
1- Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- 2- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— 3- Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
The lost and foundA Poem by Coyote Poetry (When love is misplaced. hard to find again. ) The lost and found.. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading