Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone.
Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida evenings, drinking alone. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida evenings, drinking alone. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. We, just must learn, to live with the foolishness already done. The Angels… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.. I had many bottles of the good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.To do some free-climbing and drink… Continue reading
Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotions.It can create a strange prison for us. I hold her too… Continue reading
Where will this road lead us? Love has became a raging torment in my heart and mind. I was blinded by disappointment and hate. Love has forsaken me. This was the love I… Continue reading