Eat the rich and hanging with Motorhead.
Eat the rich. Come on baby, eat the rich. To make good soup, need those people with excess fat to make the broth more tasty. The one per cent made 3.7 trillion more… Continue reading
Eat the rich. Come on baby, eat the rich. To make good soup, need those people with excess fat to make the broth more tasty. The one per cent made 3.7 trillion more… Continue reading
The cherry wine. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing.Today my folly, today… Continue reading
I’ll never fall in love I went to the Stray Cat Inn on Monday night. Long Islands are three dollars till 9pm and the company kind and polite. I was waiting for my… Continue reading
A thousand years. Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed… Continue reading
Iodine A Poem by Coyote PoetryLeonard Cohen, poet of song. Iodine… For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetrylove can be sweet.. Love can damn us (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning… 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
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading