The wildflower…
The wildflowers…. Wild flowers and sweet dreams.Dancing nude and free.You were my perfect woman.I was your Bob Dylan.Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world. We would travel to photo the wildflowers… Continue reading
The wildflowers…. Wild flowers and sweet dreams.Dancing nude and free.You were my perfect woman.I was your Bob Dylan.Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world. We would travel to photo the wildflowers… Continue reading
Bad to the bones…. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
Dear Belinda… I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl I ever known. When I looked into her eyes,… Continue reading
Be a flexible branch than the dead roots A Story by Coyote PoetryI learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader. Be the flexible branch… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote PoetryA story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out. The Raven and the Coyote…. The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by the… Continue reading
tattoos A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Central Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write with comma and proper shape of thoughts. Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She… Continue reading
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem, for new book, The Island. Everyone is… Continue reading