The war is over and a amazing Phil Ochs song..
The war is over.. The war is over for you, my friend.The taps were played.Many soldiers stood near your grave.A soldier is resting now and he had found peace under six feet of… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Who did I become?
Who did I become? Wars, whores and drink.Salvation for the soldiers.Untamed men who seek war and the fast death. My father’s life.Drink, violence, sex and anger. I was thankful he found a kind… Continue reading
Pain and lesson..
Pain and lesson.. A thousand lessons deep. I learn too late. Hold silence and listen. I lost many upon the road of living. I wished too late. To left brothers with kind words.… Continue reading
My favorite place. Near the sea..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time. The sea.. I told her. Become like the sea. Move with the dancing waves,… Continue reading
No regrets and a beautiful Madonna song.
“Bad days become less painful with time and distance. No regret.. I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, 2000. I like to swim in old memory and friendship.Old friends had forgotten me.… Continue reading
Sacred lover.. And a amazing George Jones song.
The rays of the sun.. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
Teach me tiger. Please listen to the amazing Julia Westlin.
Teach me tiger.. Sweet woman had lingered on my mind all day. Her long sun kissed legs and skin spread across soft sheets and bed. Left me wanting to see wanting smile and… Continue reading
Baby, two highways can never be one..
Will you still me tomorrow Beautiful Jenni told me. Baby, two highways can never be one. You want the world and I want you here. War, battles to be fought and new places… Continue reading
Delicate and boundless..
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
A stranger, I became..
A stranger, I became.. He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs. Once he needed home, once he needed his family. And now he need new… Continue reading