A Marian Hill song and a poem- Whiskey.
Whiskey…. Lovely Liz With pen and paper I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading
Whiskey…. Lovely Liz With pen and paper I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading
You forgave me…. I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and… Continue reading
Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
Toxic…. Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading
Please come home to me… I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading
My eyes adored you…. My sweet dream, my first dream and my last dream.I loved you since you were my sweet and kind friend.Always gentle and sweet words given to me by… Continue reading
Monterey…. The letters…. Dear Beth.I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to the world. I’m tire, so damn… Continue reading
Arousing illusion…. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some faces, some places. We cannot forget. Trying to lose your memory… I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses… Continue reading