Can’t be loved
Can’t be loved The prettiest lady I ever knew, she told me often. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the light of love, leave you bleeding and needing. Fairy tale beginnings become just… Continue reading
Can’t be loved The prettiest lady I ever knew, she told me often. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the light of love, leave you bleeding and needing. Fairy tale beginnings become just… Continue reading
Lilac wine —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint… Continue reading
Riders on the storm “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me,… Continue reading
GOOD DAYS, GOOD MUSIC AND LOST DREAMS OF UTOPIA February 5, 2015 Dear Brothers and sisters You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life.… Continue reading
Just some song.
Where the wild roses grow A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two short poems. Where the wild roses grow – I have known I have danced with the sea. I have stood on… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading