Dust in the wind and a beautiful Caroline Jones song.
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Online Writing
Blinded. But not dead yet..
Blinded. But not dead yet… (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures. And a beautiful Elle Carpenter song.
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
Forgiveness..
The Violence Sea.. Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading
Wasted words and lonely nights..
Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. Wasted words and lonely nights.. I found her sitting alone in the corner… Continue reading
Stay with me..
Stay with me.. I sip my coffee.Watching the movement of the branches outside my bedroom. It was a stormy night.Her beautiful nude body lays on the top of the blankets. I watch her… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine..
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water..
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
Kiss me and say hello..
Kiss me and say hello.. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so.… Continue reading
Words, never spoken..
Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2023 and 2024, I lost many to cancer, suicide and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them… Continue reading