Should of loved you more..
Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Hotel California.
Hotel California.. I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
The coyote and the raven dance..
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
She danced by the lights of the candles..
She danced by the lights of the candles.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1992 and rewritten. She danced by the light of the candles.. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall… Continue reading
I want to see you again..
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading
You are so beautiful..
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
Ain’t no fucking good war..
Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when… Continue reading
My dearest love, I have found you..
My dearest love, I have found you.. I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips. Your brightness and sadness I need to know. I want us nude, heart and mind… Continue reading
The heartstrings..
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..
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