The good path.
The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need. The good path.. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong… Continue reading
Tag Archive: God
Everything.
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything.. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the… Continue reading
The darkest days.
The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading
Ancient floors..
Ancient floors.. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
The weeping song.
The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons.
A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. 1- The song of the fall. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child.. I took my pen to paper and wrote that… Continue reading
I am going to built me a heaven of my own..
I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night and the music was so damn good.I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was young.A… Continue reading
The gospel told by a common man..
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. July 2025 version. The Gospel told by a common man. ( Leaders… Continue reading
Riders on the storm. We are.
I am the riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, confusion blasting my thoughts and I am fighting in the chaos of my dreams. I ask the night. Why is my world falling… Continue reading