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
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
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
Wisdom gained in a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and… Continue reading
I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading
Bad to the bone. (Written in 1989) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my heart and… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
I’m no-one and you are my everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one and you are my everything…. Old wise men… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
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