The madness train..
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train.. I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
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Love and war. We shall know..
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is right and what is wrong. Easy to separate. 1- War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out… Continue reading
The river..
The river… Winter was almost gone and I watched her dance for me in the safety of our bedroom. I loved looking at her lily white skin in her garment of blue silk.… Continue reading
Bad to the bone.. And one of the great songs.
Bad to the bone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Good music took me to good days and places.) Bad to the bones.. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which… Continue reading
Please stay with me till the world ends my dear lover.
Please stay with me till the world ends my dear lover.. I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more..
Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin,her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Song of love..
Song of loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. Song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The… Continue reading
The word man..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Poetry- Love, passion and meaning..
Poetry-love, passion and meaning. “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is… Continue reading
Concrete angel..
Concrete angel.. It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading