Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find..
Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find….… Continue reading
Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find….… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth gets used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you… Continue reading
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires… I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie…. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. If I knew… If I knew. I would of … Continue reading
Gypsy soul… Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading
We must be, like a river….. (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading
Be kind to each other—— Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading