If I knew.
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence lead only to more pain and sadness.) If I knew. If I knew.I would of … Continue reading
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With open eyes.
With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old 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… Continue reading
My September love.
My September love.. 1- My lady of the sea,my dancing woman who love the morning sun on her face.She told me, it is early September.my bed is cold and lonely.Let’s find a place… Continue reading
Solitude and seclusion.
Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into his own.) Kahlil Gibran I’m swimming in shit and blood.World falling to anger and hate.Men crying out… Continue reading
I used to be.
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress.
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
The folly.
The folly… Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the echoes… Continue reading
A wish upon a star.
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.” A wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss your lips.To feel… Continue reading
The kiss.
The kiss.. The old poet write by the sea, he scribble words about faces, places missed and gone. The radiant morning sun sun-kissed his face and he told the Pacific ocean. The poet’s… Continue reading