Tag Archive: Writing

Sleepless nights..

Sleepless nights You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading

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The shadows..

Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world last year and I miss her voice.)  My sister told me. You  have changed and you saw too much shit andyour… Continue reading

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You are a warm Spring day and I am a Winter storm.

You are a warm Spring day and I am a winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved… Continue reading

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The hanging tree..

The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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Please show me who you are..

 Please show me who you are… I told you. I am the fortunate one. You allowed me to see you happy, see you sad. I know woman are filled with mystery and secrets.… Continue reading

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You did not leave me my friend.

You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them.                         … Continue reading

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A California free man once..

A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight. Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove to 2500 miles, Michigan… Continue reading

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Is it, everything you wanted?

Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading

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Heaven and hell in the same kiss..

Heaven and hell in the same kiss.. A Story by Coyote Poetry  Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love.                       Heaven and hell in the same kiss.. “We can die… Continue reading

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My lovely Lilith..

My lovely Lilith.. The dark poet loved the Monterey big storms. The Pacific was raging and dancing. He went to the Pacific ocean early in the morning wearing wet suit and carrying his… Continue reading

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