Better to know some kind of feeling my Poet friend than to die with whiskey and alone. Old Poet smiled. Brought the beauty near. Kissed her lips and told her. The liar prayer… Continue reading
Pretty Texas gal name Sara would find me on the weekends. She would take me home and keep me sane. She would hold me tightly and she would sing to me, playing her… Continue reading
My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring.. The cold of Winter fade away when I look into your eyes. You make the Winter days less cold and the season of Spring so close.… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous… Kind woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows… A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part two… Ghost and shadows… Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the… Continue reading