Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
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My father’s mind.
My father’s mind. If you live by the gun, you will die by the gun. Do corpses talk? My father asked me a few time when the rum was aplenty. Who will be… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars.
The sun, the moon and the stars. 1- She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warms our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
Photos of my garden and a few words.
Flowers in a garden.. I love my garden. I do like when the Sunflowers begin to bloom. The bees come to visit. Nice to be surrounded by the gifts of nature. I have… Continue reading
She danced for the stars.
We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading
Dreams, yesterday and love.
1- Dreams.I could have touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me anymore.I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and… Continue reading
Wander or die.
Wander or slowly die. 1- She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
Listen, remember and learn.
(If you going to try. Go all the way. Bukowski) Listen, remember and learn … Continue reading
Love and hate.
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind. … Continue reading
The good path.
The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need. The good path.. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong… Continue reading