Drink of me, my love…
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 not everything.… Continue reading
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 not everything.… 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
Texas bars and Texas woman… (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you look… I don’t remember how you look.Your… Continue reading
Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood. Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean… Continue reading
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
Like father. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBlood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face. Like father…. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have I become what… Continue reading
( Johnnie Coyote in 1995 in Monterey.) The animal. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWho is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? The prisoners may seem weak and controlled. Their hope… Continue reading
Dead ends A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends… Brothers told no-one they… Continue reading
Cold steel… Baby, I told you.Ain’t no heart in my chest.I’m just a body that does the daily functions. I’m dead.I died a long time ago.I could tell you a story.But my words… Continue reading