A evening blessing, you are..
A evening blessing, you are… My love, waiting patiently for my return. I told her. You make me believe, life is wonder and beauty. You make me know mystery and unknown. When I… Continue reading
A evening blessing, you are… My love, waiting patiently for my return. I told her. You make me believe, life is wonder and beauty. You make me know mystery and unknown. When I… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
The next step is love.. Was the first warm days of Spring,we had some sweet red wine and our cigarettes.You befriended me in the late days of Winter,you made me laugh and we… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Lullaby.. Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses I have known,… Continue reading
Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
Worn and torn love.. Written on 8 April 1985(For Angela. A lost and confused young lady.I tries to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never allowed… Continue reading