(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Written in 1984) I don’t remember how you looked….. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your… Continue reading
Happy or sad?… Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight? He looked at her pretty face and he whispered. The sea is kind, always near me now.… Continue reading
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading
Like a river…. I knew the first time I saw you. I wanted you. You were wild, untamed, loud and I wanted to fall into your storm. I went to you, rested my… Continue reading
Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made.You were my sun and I was the… Continue reading
Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived. Addiction to love… True love.Foolish love.Tantalizing dances into warm… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed me… I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhat will we remember? I believe we will remember the beach days and the laughter of the children Steal a memory, borrow a memory…… Continue reading