She had Angels wings upon her back.
She had Angels wings upon her back. Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
You can’t always get what you need. Hanging with The Rolling Stones.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and… Continue reading
My masterpiece.
My masterpiece. Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She creates a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading
If you go away.
If you go away. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
She told me by the Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
I was Doc Holliday, and you were my Mary Katherine.
I was Doc Holiday, and you were my Mary Katherine. “Doc Holliday prayer…I pray I die with a gun in my hand; I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal holding me… Continue reading
Please hold my hands.
Please hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and… Continue reading
Scottish kisses.
Scottish kisses. It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German taverns.… Continue reading
Don’t explain dear lover.
Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found…. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading