Mercy, mercy me…
Mercy, mercy me.. We were Long Island ice teas and long talks,we were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever seen.I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
You are my ocean…
You are my ocean… My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of her power… Continue reading
Dead flowers…
Dead flowers ————————————————————————— Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her… Continue reading
The gray whale..
The gray whale… Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days..
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I left… Continue reading
Dying, lying and you…
Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the whiskey, deadly dances and… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes…
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
I tried to remember you..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014″ I try to remember you… I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need… Continue reading
A wild bird…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die.” A wild bird.. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love… Continue reading
The dream surfer and a beautiful Ayla Nereo song.
The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, my yearning heart sought… Continue reading