Did we give enough? Did we bleed?
Did we give enough? Did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted to the sea. Did I give enough? Did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Mental health
Highway 80 west calling me.
Highway 80 west calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 west calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I… Continue reading
You cross my mind in the midnight hours.
The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begins to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading
I was Doc Holliday, and you were my Mary Katherine.
I was Doc Holiday, and you were my Mary Katherine. “Doc Holliday prayer…I pray I die with a gun in my hand; I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal holding me… Continue reading
Nothing last forever.
Nothing last forever… I told you often, nothing last forever. The veil of love is dangerous, make us dance and sing in the rain than teach us love can slip away and leave… Continue reading
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime 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 things. I… Continue reading
A letter.
A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
Dreams, yesterday and love.
1- Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me anymore.I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and… Continue reading
I tried to remember.
I tried to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I tried to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading