Tag Archive: Writing

I am going to California.

I am going to California. I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I loved… Continue reading

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Highway 80 is calling my name.

Highway 80 is calling my name. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                   Highway 80 is calling my name. I’m tire, so damn tired.… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone.

Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading

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She was dancing alone.

She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading

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Be quiet dear lover.

Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning.You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain.The Germany Winter made our… Continue reading

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Truth or dare?

(Truth or dare?A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures.) Truth or dare? Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare.… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)                             Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading

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Some days can be perfect.

Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading

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The sea, the wishes.

The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading

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I tried to remember.

I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded  by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading

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