The Iron Mountain song..
The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more time,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The Coyote is dancing…
The Coyote is dancing.. Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
Will I find you tonight?
Will I find you tonight? A walkaway love left me waiting for her to return. I remember her tight black dress and her beautiful face. She told me. Dark Poet, we can sing… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes..
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
I need you, I don’t need you..
I need you, I don’t need you —– Damn if you do, damn if you don’t… Perfect beautiful girl came… Continue reading
Katie wrote to me..
Katie wrote to me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote to me.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The… Continue reading
Open doors, dead poets and bare feet.
1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
My sea-side love..
My sea-side love.. Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading
My dearest muse…
My dearest muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with your haunting words awakening the want of love, the dance and the song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss..
Blame not the kiss.. The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words cannot describe the beauty of your eyes.The great moon don’t compare to you standing near me. I thought… Continue reading