When I am done and a beautiful Marianne Faithfull song.
When I am done.. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee my dearest. ( April is poetry month. Poem number four.) He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi… Continue reading
You are so beautiful.. The paradox of life. We will know more sadness than happiness. Poor Lucy sat alone hugging her Black Velvet whiskey and cussing at her world. I went to her… Continue reading
The heartstrings.. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. Stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found a… Continue reading
Neon highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to be blinded and accept less. Neon highway.. Beautiful woman sometime can get lost.Love become just another four letter words used to create emotion and… Continue reading
We must slow down my darling… Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal. “Nothing is lost, nothing is gain, we will back step, we will fall forward and… Continue reading
Slip and fall.. I requested some kind words. I asked her to tell me. I love you. Please tell me, you will wait for me and please make these seconds, we have left.… Continue reading