It it be, your will
If it be, your will ” The flame of love You were the prettiest flower in the garden and I brought you close and I stole a kiss. I told you, dear lover.… Continue reading
If it be, your will ” The flame of love You were the prettiest flower in the garden and I brought you close and I stole a kiss. I told you, dear lover.… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying, lying, needing, bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love… Continue reading
The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
Burning desire Locked doors took us to the utopia of the embrace and the sweet kiss. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new for us… Continue reading
Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy, my muse in the mist of confusion. I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched… Continue reading
My great love I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry New poetry Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem. On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter… Continue reading
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. “Everybody knows, the games been fixed” (I… Continue reading