Rage and pain.
Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined Coyote
Tag Archive: love
The red dress.
The red dress The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night. I had the German wine and I was waiting for my German girl by the… Continue reading
Monterey. Love glances and stolen kisses.
Monterey – Love glances and stolen kisses The old man found his final place to rest. He returned to Monterey. The sea was his last dream. January isn’t the perfect time for the… Continue reading
Stay or flee?
Stay or flee? She watched the midnight moon and she wondered. Should she stay or flee? Her wild eyes filled with soft tears and she whispered to her sleeping lover. I will break… Continue reading
Write on me.
Write on me. The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars, thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
My Michigan dream.
My Michigan dream. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry.I am here,I shall never leave you,when the chills of the night come,I shall keep you warm and safe.You are my love,my reason to… Continue reading
No mercy.
No mercy. You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward me. I… Continue reading
Dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
The nightingale song.
The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading