What hold value?
What hold value? I told the busy man. A controlled and organized life. It will leave you wanting for things lost and cannot be found. Must stop, drink some coffee and spend time… Continue reading
Daily Archive: November 8, 2024
My Joan of Arc..
My Joan of Arc.. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… (Today Johnnie is angry. Sometime I feel like my father. I am just a observer of the ugly world.) His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered… Continue reading
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need.
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the… Continue reading
Come hell or high water…
Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made.You were my sun and I was the… Continue reading
Change…
Change…. I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin, Texas tavern.Consumed with anger and disappointment.He told me. I’m dead. Killed off all friends and love is dead and buried. I ordered… Continue reading
I remember you…
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you… The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading