The war, the blood and the guns.
The war, the blood and the guns… No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war.Who do we blame my friend?War is alive my… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the guns… No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war.Who do we blame my friend?War is alive my… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me… I traveled 2500 miles to see your face and nothing could stop me. When I arrive at your home. I will kiss your hair, I will kiss your neck… Continue reading
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 begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading
My Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… 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 want to love a bonnie girl.. I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German places… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind. 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She told me. Dear Johnnie. You can’t catch the wind and love is for the… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Wild child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you dear Alexia Evellyn for the song. Please listen to her songs. A free spirit, She teaches us. We can be more than what we are.”… Continue reading