Secrets, falling and want.
1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- SecretsI want to… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not. I dreamed of you. I dream of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs, and… Continue reading
Old love.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
The Coyote and the Raven dance.
The Coyote and Raven dance. The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
A song of forever.
A song of forever. A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shunned love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
Better to be a friend then be standing by a casket saying a final goodbye. Too late for forgiveness.
(Two of my brothers who committed suicide. One in 1988, one in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life.… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Part two.
Two steps from hell. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeek the good roads, seek the kind people. Two steps from hell- part two. The walls. Damn the prison we create, damn the voices,… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Part one.
Two steps from hell. Part one. In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the… Continue reading
Things lost, things found.
Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry.
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading