Like this and a amazing poem read by Tilda Swinton.
Like this… When someone ask you. My life is chaos and confusion. I don’t know If I should run or stand my ground? Is there a safe place for me to rest. Take… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Awakening my sleeping muse. “ She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading
Expand and multiply…
Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and multiplies.… Continue reading
Mystical places…
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places… Many… Continue reading
We are, what we leave behind..
We are, what we leave behind… I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
Time wait for no-one…
Time waits for no-one.. Some mini poetry. 1- You ran to me and I ran to you. We believed in love and I believed in you. You were my free and fluttering butterfly.… Continue reading
Please hold my hands…
Please hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love in 2018. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts…
My midnight thoughts.. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading
The boardwalk…
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Dead flowers… And a beautiful Samantha Fish song.
Dead flowers ————————————————————————— Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her… Continue reading