A good day to be alive my friend
A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good. A good day to be… Continue reading
A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good. A good day to be… Continue reading
Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985(For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tries to pick her up and show her life was okay. I hope she found peace?)… Continue reading
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea The beauty of the Monterey bay.… Continue reading
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky‘s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking… Continue reading
Flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive. Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated.… Continue reading
Babbling of a insane man. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry You must dance with life and death to know real peace. Chapter one The chess game I drove to Austin, Texas… Continue reading
The damn road It was a cold winter day. I awake with my blue eyes lover. We lay together sharing sweet kisses. Her beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can… Continue reading
Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day. Russian roulette Beautiful young women dances… Continue reading
Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior I drove to the forest. Away from the city.… Continue reading
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memories will catch up with us. In Monterey I called you to tell you… Continue reading