Hell-bend highway..
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
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
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea.. The beauty of the Monterey bay.Leave… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now… I… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading