The brown eye’s girl.
The brown eye’s girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and… Continue reading
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A stranger, I became.
A stranger, I became. He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs. Once he needed home, once he needed his family. And now he need new… Continue reading
Already broken. A Tela, an Honduras story.
Already broken. Oldest and most tire man in Michigan escaped to find something lost. He remembers an Auburn hair with a silky voice, the whiskey nights and the Soldier’s liar prayer. He gave… Continue reading
Too old to die young. And the amazing Trishas song.
Too old to die young. 1- Almost 68 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I told the night.. I am… Continue reading
Autumn leaves. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.
Autumn leaves. I remember the September Indian Summer, I remember the warm sun touching my face and I remember you. We entwined our hands and we walked by Lake St. Clair. I loved… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked.
“Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.” I don’t remember how you looked. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Into the west.
Into the west. Westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is calling to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
My lovely lady.
My lovely lady. You laughed at me as I told you. I love you so, my lovely lady. You make my life midnight dances, and I love you honey kisses. You are my… Continue reading
The midnight night splendor. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.
1- Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died. 2- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor 3- Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
The cold night whispered. And a beautiful Sierra Eagleson song.
The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turns indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading