Black as the night.
Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: October, 2025
Somewhere in time.
(Artist, Nydia Lozano.)Somewhere in time The paradox of living,we get what we deserve.Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,waited for a wayward man.I remember the fragrance of her skin,the tenderness of her… Continue reading
Coyote new best friend. Lion’s dog/ alias Super dog.
I got a new puppy. Three months old on the 19th of October. He is a solid Lion’s fan. He is enjoying the Indian Summer in Michigan. He is huskie\ pit bull. Coyote
God’s going to cut you down.
I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us dead in the heart and the mind. When you are dead. What is left? God’s going to… Continue reading
Dead flowers.
1- Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover.Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.Your face from angel to the devil shadow.I won’t believe… Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of LoveWritten on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles in your eyes couldlight up the world surrounding you. I remember how I wanted you. How I twisted my world… Continue reading
Please break me.
Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel.
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
Spin the bottle.
Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss… Continue reading
We become, who we supposed to be. Part two.
We become, who we supposed to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we supposed to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading