A letter…
A letter… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to… Continue reading
A letter… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to… Continue reading
Miss you, need you.. I am drinking alone beautiful Coco. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading
My lady A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written by a sad heart. My lady… My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had… Continue reading
Forgive me… (Written in 1978.) Please forgive me for what I did to you. I’m sorry I torture you with lies and treatedyou as I did. I was young.Learning to love. Finding the… Continue reading
I want to fall in love (Life is short: break some rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly and never regret anything that made you smile.) A quote from somewhere?) Was, maybe late… 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
Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
“For April, poetry month number three..” My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry For April, the poetry month number two… Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to me by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading