The dance of the Gypsies…
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies.. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies.. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
Two guitars I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
Quotes of a tire man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just quotes for today. Few pay attention to a world willing to sacrifice their children for land and oil. We have learn nothing… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading