Dancing with the devil on a Friday night..
Dancing with the Devil, on a Friday night. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading
Dancing with the Devil, on a Friday night. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice. Letter number one. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I do miss you so and you broke my heart at the airport. I know you need your home, Florence and… Continue reading
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading
Cecelia, be my love. “Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
Naked.. Naked we can be in the midnight hours, naked are we and maybe we wear a veil over our face, a mask? When do we show our real face? When do we… Continue reading
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading
Men, vodka and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, vodka and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading
My lady.. Written in 1982. My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to… Continue reading
The vinegar and the sweet wine.. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye andyou… Continue reading
Riders on the storm “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed,… Continue reading