Art and words..
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
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I wanted everything and I needed nothing..
I wanted everything and I needed nothing.. Dancing on the edge.Using and abusing woman without regret.Giving enough to birth passion and running for the door before the morning light. Many kinds of greed… Continue reading
The dance of love..
The dance of love.. 1- We danced in San Francisco near the pier and we drank every type beer we could in the house of brewery. I basked in the beauty of your… Continue reading
Wild horses and some mini-poetry.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Dear California..
Dear California.. Do you remember me?I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun,the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.I loved the Winter… Continue reading
Old soldier..
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
I remember you. I need a warm day.
I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading
No love, no glory..
No love, no glory… ( April is poetry month. Poem number fifteen.) 1- Can’t take my eyes off you.. I do not want to escape you eyes and I need your hands in… Continue reading
Come home with me.. And two amazing Tom Waits songs.
Come home with me.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number fourteen.) Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we… Continue reading
Calling dear Michigan..
Calling dear Michigan… Dear Jenny, just leaving a message. I haven’t forgot you my sweetie. I am sorry I joined a war to escape Michigan. I wanted death and I was so tire.… Continue reading