The dance of the Gypsies…
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies.. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies.. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love.. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me… The… Continue reading
Why are you still here with me? Sometime you are so far away from me. I see your sad eyes filled with fear and disappointment. You lay your head into my chest. You… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading
1- The Violence Sea… Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell… Continue reading
A solace and a blessing. . . The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death and dreams were… Continue reading
Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tried to pick her up and show her life was okay. I hope she… Continue reading
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. ” I will love you forever and a… Continue reading
The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 43 years old. The world is crying The world is crying.Like a forgotten child.… Continue reading