SOS.. And a amazing Phil Ochs song..
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading
If you go away on the Spring day…. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to… Continue reading
Play with me.. Organized life and boring work left me wishing for you. I know you have the music playing loud and you are dancing in your pantie and bra to the movement… Continue reading
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.She told me on a cold Winter morning,I store my dreams in the old mason jars.Each one… Continue reading
A sweet lullaby.. Baby, love, sweetheart,my savior, my blessing. I am the fortunate one,I am the lucky one. When you are near,dark days become wonderful days,your blisses of kisses make me believe love… Continue reading
The song of May.. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.” The twisted dance of love(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night… Continue reading
A love story… You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading