Sacrificial meal..
Sacrificial meal… She was a tall, long legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She bend… Continue reading
Sacrificial meal… She was a tall, long legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She bend… Continue reading
Understandable.. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea, I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable to… Continue reading
I knew we were running to and escaping love touch in the same second. ( If we do not kiss. Will I miss the kiss?) I went to Ann Arbor looking for a… Continue reading
Should of loved you more… He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
A witness to life… I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars didn’t effect me. I fought the quick and easy wars. Just… Continue reading
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left??) Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… 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