The storm..
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm.. Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm.. Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be wild.… Continue reading
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the paper…… Continue reading
Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved. In my lifetime. I lost three four brothers to drugs and alcohol. Two committed suicide and today still. We don’t know why?… Continue reading
Quotes from the heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is a good day. I have five strong and healthy grandchildren. Today I have many reasons to be thankful. To enjoy my time with… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful.. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as an early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading
Love and hate.. Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
Trujillo — A story… Trujillo.. My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I console myself with Honduras rum and roaming the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in… Continue reading