You are my freedom.
You are my freedom. The free road and we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful places we wanted. We had wild dances, good booze and we knew. Freedom… Continue reading
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We are, what we leave behind.
We are, what we leave behind. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was an Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
Highway 80 West is calling my name.
Highway 80 West is calling my name.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 West is calling my name. I’m tire, so… Continue reading
Stand up for the right things.
Stand up for the right things. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners… Continue reading
Ride. I need a long vacation. And a beautiful Lana Del Rey song.
(Johnnie need a long highway, a long vacation with no place to go.) Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free… Continue reading
Stand-up for the right things.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment.
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember we set the example. Lead with concern, kindness and hope. Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at… Continue reading
Run away with me. And a lovely Carly Rae Jepsen song.
Run away with me… Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor told me. Please run away with me. Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hands. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
Stand for the freedom of speech. Utopia of the pen and the paper.
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.” Utopia of the pen and the paper.… Continue reading
The animal.
The animal. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Who is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? The prisoners may seem weak and controlled. Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure… Continue reading