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
Tag Archive: Romance
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
The strong and the blessed…
The strong and the blessed.. Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember… When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
We loan, we borrow and we stole…
We loan, we borrow and we stole… The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole. The… Continue reading
The lake song…
The lake song.. I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading