Show me, where it hurt. Outstanding Skylar Grey music.
Show me, where it hurts… One- She was an earth angel,she had a raging spirit, and she loved the sea, the deep forest.She weaved safe place for me with the beach walks and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: music
Once we had the Elvis songs.
Once we had the Elvis songs. Hello girl, its Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
Two Guitars.
Two guitars. I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood, and I called you and I told you, my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans.
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels. Remembering dear Joey.
The waltz of the Angels. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
I wanted a true love once.
I don’t need you. At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom means little.Dead men wisdom is buried and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in the lullabies of the… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies.
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Love, song and dance, blood and the road.” The dance of the Gypsies. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes beautiful women dancing and singing on the… Continue reading
I want to drink whiskey with Amanda Shires.
I want to drink whiskey with Amanda.. Beautiful Amanda wanted to drink with Leonard Cohen andI want to listen to her and to drink the whiskey with her.I want to hear hear voice… Continue reading
SOS.
SOS. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures.
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words, and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading