Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

The dream surfer.

The dream surfer. In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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If I had magic.

If I had magic. (A old poem. I wish we stop the madness. This is one earth and one people.) Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy… Continue reading

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Dear Kellie.

Dear Kellie.  I was intoxicated by you.My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you.You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving my foolish hearts… Continue reading

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Dear Florence.

I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading

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Mojo a-coming. Hanging with Jim Morrison.

Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading

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A memory. A story.

A memory. A story.                           1- Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my… Continue reading

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The cursed lullaby.

The cursed lullaby.. Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading

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Me and dear Lana Del Rey need a long highway. Ride.

Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading

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Too old to die young.

Too old to die young. ! – Almost 68 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to… Continue reading

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You get, what you deserve.

You get, what you deserve… We steal, we borrow, we loan and we want more, we want less. Pretty feet, soft and tender legs I kissed softly and I looked in her eyes.… Continue reading

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