Truth or dare…
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare.. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth… Continue reading
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare.. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth… Continue reading
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom” I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined in many forms.I stood with the… Continue reading
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
The cold night whispered.. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
Everybody knows.. New world isn’t so easy. Each day, more people walking the line of homelessness. Do we eat? Do we buy gas? Do we pay our rent? A dollar bill became useless… Continue reading
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading