Tag Archive: life

The October days of my life. Did I do enough?

The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror. My beard is gray and I have pain… Continue reading

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Seconds in time.

Seconds in time… A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died… Continue reading

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The karma of love.

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When we are young. We waste the gift of love.       The Karma of Love       Written on 5 March 1985  I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading

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The madness train.

The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.      The Madness train             I’m twisted up.            Hogties to bullshit.             I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading

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The shadows.

The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.)  My sister told me. You  have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading

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Scars, we do have.

Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading

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She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.

She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading

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The day is gone, and the darkness is here.

The day is gone, and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading

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In hell, I will be in good company.

In hell, I will be in good company.. (Remembering the plane crash in Washington D.C. Now 20 mass killings in two weeks.) In is 2.18 in the afternoon and I am dancing with… Continue reading

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Two Guitars.

Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once… Continue reading

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