Hell-bend highway…
Hell-bend highwayA Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Some folks cannot be saved. “ My Brother is free… Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer… Continue reading
Hell-bend highwayA Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Some folks cannot be saved. “ My Brother is free… Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer… Continue reading
Delia… O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to me by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
Lest we forget.. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
The crimson light… Forgiveness we must give, forgiveness we must know. Once hell-bound life destroyed by dead brothers and broken dreams. The evolution of life is fair. We shall pay for every sin… Continue reading
Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song.. Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost.You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swimming. You were the prettiest girl I… Continue reading
“Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire.A Story by Coyote PoetryJust words.” Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in Texas. I… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot.. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading