The city of lights- You wanted Paris and I wanted you…
You wanted Paris and I wanted you. “Night conversation” Best talks are when the moon is out and time in not be counted. She wanted Paris and I wanted her.- Chapter one…. Her… Continue reading
You wanted Paris and I wanted you. “Night conversation” Best talks are when the moon is out and time in not be counted. She wanted Paris and I wanted her.- Chapter one…. Her… Continue reading
Break me…. Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and… Continue reading
Read to me my dear lover… Longing, belonging, needing and believing. You are my reasons to live my love. Falling, soaring and flying to new heights in hope and dreams. Please sweet love.… Continue reading
She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords of love leave us weak and needing more. She serene me with the sweet words of love…. Sometime we… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need a year in the city of lights. You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss… The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words… Continue reading
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote PoetryMore Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover… I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound.… Continue reading
Drink of me, my love… I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything. Dead… Continue reading
Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely. … Continue reading