I killed and I killed..
I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading
I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me.. Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful…. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless… Continue reading
Do for love…. Pretty words, long slow dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
We shall fall and we will rise ——————————————————— I listened to you, you are so damn pretty and you carry a heavy heart. I made you laugh and I told you. Naked heart… Continue reading
Nature Poetry… The mountain range,standing strong and beautiful.Art for the people who love the open and free spaces.The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings.Finding secret and unknown paths leading to… Continue reading
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight… Sober… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write.” You can’t return from where you left.. (A Poet, is one, who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe.–Tadeusz… Continue reading
Deadly thoughts… Did we love enough? Did we run away to find something more wonderful? Or did we fear the ending before the beginning? ———————————————————————————————————You were the most beautiful girl I ever known.… Continue reading
Open the door my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading