Category Archive: john coyote

Do for love

Do for love   Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I.… Continue reading

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My secret love

Secret love   Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened.   A sweet voice… Continue reading

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I never left Michigan

Never left Michigan   Years ago. I traveled  the  world. I Drank wine in Basel and Paris, danced in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.   I… Continue reading

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Love showed me madness

Break me   Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay.   Drink of… Continue reading

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Never enough whiskey

Never enough whiskey   3,000 mile away from you and I am so damn alone. I loved someone once and love wasn’t enough. Now the whiskey can’t make me forget her. I learn… Continue reading

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Please drink of me, my love

  Please drink of me, my love   I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and… Continue reading

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My ambrosia

My Ambrosia   Those eyes, your moving feet. You stole my heart and my soul. And I asked you. Baby, my love , my darling. What do you need? I would steal the… Continue reading

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“Mercy, mercy me”

Mercy, mercy me   We were Long Island ice teas and long talks, we were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific. You were the most beautiful woman,… Continue reading

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Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady

Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady   My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight… Continue reading

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A love story

Love story   You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading

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