The Chelsea hotel…

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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I killed and I killed..

I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.  I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading

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Can you catch a falling leaf?

Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are coming and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading

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Love words of a madman…

Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love can teach us madness.  1-Break me.. Please break me and  make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading

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So beautiful..

So beautiful A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful….                                     (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless… Continue reading

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Do for love and a amazing Marion Hill song.

 Do for love…. Pretty words, long slow 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. Believe… Continue reading

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I tried…

J.D Salinger… My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading

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We shall fall and we shall rise…

We shall fall and we will rise ——————————————————— I listened to you, you are so damn pretty and you carry a heavy heart. I made you laugh and I told you. Naked heart… Continue reading

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Roses and lovers…

Roses and lovers… “O my love, O my love. I said, Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading

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Your Gypsy heart…

Your Gypsy heart.. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to discover… Continue reading

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