Jazzy Monday and some words.
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Russian Roulette.
The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing.
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Leather and lace.
Leather and lace I have played monster, demon and abuser. I was left with the gin and the long Island ice teas, too much sin and no place to go. I have found… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?) … Continue reading
Angela.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.) Angela Her beauty had became less with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
I love you; I love you; I love you.
I love you; I love you; I love you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Please listen to the song.) I love you; I love you; I love you. I love you; I love you;… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. “Paris at dusk,” We stood by the River Seine. I embraced my Katie and she held my hand against her chest. Her eyes were dreamy and… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Paris nights.
Paris days and nights. Chapter four. We took a taxi the Hotel Devillas. I picked the hotel because it was in walking distance of the River Seine. Had many places Katie wanted to… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. City of lights.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. City of lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part three. Warning(This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.) City of… Continue reading