Black laced pen..
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.… Continue reading
Blue eyes angel is crying for me… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1981. I hope rewritten better. Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil… Continue reading
Like this… If someone ask you. What is right, what is wrong? Tell them, fall into the morning, find something beautiful to see. Like this. If someone ask you. Is love true? Is… Continue reading
Wednesday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare.. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading
Wicked games, we do play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading
My due reward… Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you would leave the damn Army and stay… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading