Drinking alone…
Drinking alone… Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.… Continue reading
Drinking alone… Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.… Continue reading
Fuck you… Bad ass and beautiful girl told her Bloody Mary. Fuck you all and I ordered three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She looked at me. She asked me. What are doing… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go… I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and multiplies.… Continue reading
I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had… Continue reading
A wild bird… I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
Painted memories… My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth.I have so many canvases of us.You and I.Mirror reflections finding proper place.I have told the midnight hour.I need the honey kiss of a perfect beauty.… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you…. Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading