First words, last words.
First words, last wordsA Poem by Coyote Poetry (Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars.) … Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Almost love in California.
Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading
Is it, everything you wanted?
Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
The raging water..
The raging water.. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
My great love..
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. My great love..A Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the… Continue reading
A safe harbor..
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
Lovers and murderers..
Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
Please take my hand, please take my heart. A Army story.
Please take my hand, please take my heart… Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live. You must lose everything to appreciate… Continue reading
Oh my lover and a beautiful PJ Harvey song.
Oh my lover.. Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading
A Germany love story..
A Germany love story…It was a April Spring day and the first warm day of the new Spring. I drank my whiskey alone and I wished to be elsewhere.I sat by the lake and… Continue reading