We become, who we supposed to be.
We become, who we supposed to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading
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Was life, everything you wanted.
Was life, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
A twisted lullaby, maybe?
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy; I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading
Unwashed memories.
Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading
Should of loved you more.
Should of loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey, and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days, and he… Continue reading
A California free man once.
A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight. Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove to 2500 miles, Michigan… Continue reading
Where have the Ojibwa gone? And some quotes.
” Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned, and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it… Continue reading
If I was the king of the forest.
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading
Rebirth.
Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change? Rebirth Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.Told the two pretty Honduras girls at… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest… Continue reading