Stripped to the bone…
Stripped to the bone… I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone… I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
I believed in forever once A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a woman loved you. You are blessed. I believe in forever once… I didn’t know, love could hurt so deeply. I didn’t know,… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us need the mercy of kndness…. He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading
You are my Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The days of Spring are near You are my Spring… You told me. I love you and I told you. I love you more. I… Continue reading
We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my dear grandmother… Continue reading