Hold my hands.
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 he… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
A fallen angel.
A fallen angel. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers… Continue reading
The Texas jazz, I do need.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
Alone in the darkness.
Alone in the darkness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace. Alone in the darkness. The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… Continue reading
Dance with the sea, dance with a lover and dance with your children.
Dance with the sea. Dance with a lover. Dance with your children. A wealthy man knows love and has many friends. Life is many things. In the end we must know love and… Continue reading
Almost a love story.
Almost a love story. You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden.
Love is like a flower gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower… Continue reading
The stranger and the poet song.
The stranger and the poet song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body… Continue reading
Nothing remains the same.
Nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Your memory brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola.… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers.
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading