Your love, like heroin..
Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
Show me, where it hurts… One- She was a earth angel, she had a raging spirit and she loved the sea, the deep forest. She weaved safe place for me with the beach… Continue reading
MERCY… I found a red scarf near your door, I put my face into the scarf. I could smell the scent your pale skin…… I knew the heartbreak hotel often, was the sweetest… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful… (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
A letter… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to… Continue reading
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. A old poem, written in 1984.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe… Continue reading
Miss you, need you.. I am drinking alone beautiful Coco. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading