The madness, we knew..
The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading
The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading
Please talk to me, please write on my skin.. She told me in her sleepy voice. Please talk to me, please write on my bare skin. Show me love is alive and well… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
So cold… She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild… Continue reading
Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading
( My dear Daniela in 1978.) Sweet whispers.. The voice of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are … Continue reading
Can cry a tear.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My first published poem. Some small press put in in 1979. Can cry a tear.. My heart still can bleed with pain and loss… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me… Continue reading
Wander or slowly die.. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made her… Continue reading
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading