Almost home. Hemingway photos.
Almost home. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
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If you ever forget that I love, you. And an amazing song.
If you ever forget I love, you. Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams. And an amazing song.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.) 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden and… Continue reading
I want to see you again.
I need to see you again. I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again,life seem to have crumble into a million pieces, and I don’t care to repair.Lonely road and… Continue reading
Last man standing. Pray for peace. Demand peace.
The last man standing.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Talk of Nuclear war again. The foolish people thinking about using the nuclear weapons. Need to watch the movie. “Mad Max.” The last man standing… Continue reading
We need to be kind to each other. Finding Morningstar.
We need to be kind to each other. Sober men can’t write the truth; godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle.… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Highway 80 is calling me.
Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I got lost. I looked into the mirror, and I see a bloody stranger.A ghost of a man I once was. I’m… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same. For dear Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors.
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts about life. Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels.… Continue reading