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… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish… The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading
First love… A sweet and beautiful smile opening the door to conversation.The first taste of the sweet kiss.Two hands becoming one.Long walks and talks leading two people to sweet dreams and wishes. The… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My… Continue reading
Peace, mercy and forgiveness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Forgiveness and the lost of hate. Is mercy for our spirit. Can’t live in the past. Peace, mercy and forgiveness…. Peace, my friend.Will it… Continue reading
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men… (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. A old poem, written in 1984.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe… Continue reading
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one wants to hear them anyway. Stone face man In old New Orleans 1993. I found a… Continue reading
The heartstrings… She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading