My last stand will be in New York city…
My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTwo brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.” My last stand will be in New… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTwo brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.” My last stand will be in New… Continue reading
Forgive me… Please forgive me for what I did to you. I’m sorry I torture you with lies and treatedyou as I did. I was young.Learning to love. Finding the many mistakes young… Continue reading
Sweet whispers…. The voice of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are gifts to a wise man.Passionate kisses… Continue reading
You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us. You are the love of my life…. Once we… Continue reading
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again…. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. Old man sat alone.Whiskey and gin is his friend tonight.The V.A hospital pain… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me…… The kind… Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas woman…. (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your… Continue reading
Did we give enough? /Did we bleed?…. The loco Monterey Poet shouted to the sea. Did I give enough? /Did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She… Continue reading
Swirl me in your mind…. I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading