You can’t run from yourself..
You can’t run from yourself I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
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The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song..
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Maybe I, maybe you..
Maybe I, maybe you… Maybe it was the sea or maybe it was the stars? Maybe we were the fortunate ones, we were brave in the dance of love. I kissed her neck,… Continue reading
The day is gone and the dark night is here.
The day is gone and the dark nights are here.. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you?…. Dying,lying,needing,Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
The damn and the foolish…
The Damned and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish…. The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading
Broken promises…
Break me.. Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
Concrete angel..
Concrete angel.. It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word.
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby. And a beautiful Maria Daines song.
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading