Can’t return no-more…
Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords and actions can create closed bridges that can’t be repaired. Can return no more…. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We… Continue reading
Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords and actions can create closed bridges that can’t be repaired. Can return no more…. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We… Continue reading
Torn Angel….. My broken Angel.Please smile for me.Stay with me at the sea all night. Your world has fallen apart.You don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and insulated from… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more. I couldn’t find you…. Where are you my… Continue reading
Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld places become better with time Cigarettes, sweet wine and you…. I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you look… I don’t remember how you look.Your… Continue reading
Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood. Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean… Continue reading
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less…. Echos of memories and voices dances… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived?…. Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each man… Continue reading