The crimson light…
The crimson light… Forgiveness we must give, forgiveness we must know. Once hell-bound life destroyed by dead brothers and broken dreams. The evolution of life is fair. We shall pay for every sin… Continue reading
The crimson light… Forgiveness we must give, forgiveness we must know. Once hell-bound life destroyed by dead brothers and broken dreams. The evolution of life is fair. We shall pay for every sin… Continue reading
Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song.. Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost.You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swimming. You were the prettiest girl I… Continue reading
“Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire.A Story by Coyote PoetryJust words.” Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in Texas. I… 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
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn. Conversation with a Siren. Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. Tonight I… Continue reading
The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people. Wisdom of the Medicine wheel… (I have been lucky. Many kind Native… Continue reading