Poetry, drink and memories
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
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
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything. Everything is love. No shame in love…. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson poetry) I confessed to the lonely moon, how… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you…. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the Lover’s song… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The days of good song, beautiful faces and when love was life. Our best days. The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty… Continue reading