The rising sun and the falling moon

  (The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my new book. The Island.)      The rising sun, the falling moon   Prettiest lady, I ever seen,… Continue reading →

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“I called your name”

I called your name   Beautiful lady weeps for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading →

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“Did I ever love you”

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 →

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“You forgave me”

You forgave me   I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. We drank aged wine… Continue reading →

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The Bacchus prayer

The Bacchus prayer   She whispered, come hither, come near. The setting moon is watching us learn the Bacchus prayer.   “Chainless souls, love the maddest nights. Those who drink and they know… Continue reading →

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We lies, we died and I still wanted you.

We lies, we died and I still wanted you   We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “my… Continue reading →

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Regards to a old memory’

Regards to a old memory I know love is never fair and sweet memory can turn sour. Love need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same… Continue reading →

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“The silence and the sea”

The silence and the sea Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from it. Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage, learn to live in the splendor… Continue reading →

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Black heart

Black heart   In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind.   He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading →

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Angela

Dear Angela   A pretty girl sat with me by the sea and she whispered to me. “You know who I’m and what I do. And you stayed with me. All I know… Continue reading →

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