Remembering Marianne Faithfull.
Remembering Marianne Faithfull. We lost a legend, we lost a force of nature. Beautiful Marianne Faithfull. Thank you for the songs. Thank you for showing us. We can be more than we are.… Continue reading
Remembering Marianne Faithfull. We lost a legend, we lost a force of nature. Beautiful Marianne Faithfull. Thank you for the songs. Thank you for showing us. We can be more than we are.… Continue reading
In hell, I will be in good company.. In is 2.18 in the afternoon and I am dancing with The Death South. It is a cold ugly Winter day in Michigan and I… Continue reading
Understandable.. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea, I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable to… Continue reading
Leave the light on.. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter day and I remember I told you. I will leave the light on, my love. You have a… Continue reading
Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses I have known, the… Continue reading
Consequences —————————————————————————————————————— I do love you, love you like the wild sea, love you like the California mountains. You and I. I am Lake Huron and you are the Pacific. We cannot ever… Continue reading
Poetry, writing and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry History and poetry. Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where… Continue reading
The Mask… (I looked into the mirror and I saw a stranger. He wore a mask of the devil. Was I the devil or was the devil, I.) The mask she wore, wasn’t… Continue reading
Vaya con dios.. Song, sin and gin.not enough to forget you.We said goodbye and I learn, I was alone. ——————————————————– I have pretty pictures,warm memories andI don’t have you. ———————————————————- Vaya con dios,maybe… Continue reading
I am still alive.. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading