The stone face man..
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. Stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found a… Continue reading
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Neon highway..
Neon highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to be blinded and accept less. Neon highway.. Beautiful woman sometime can get lost.Love become just another four letter words used to create emotion and… Continue reading
We must slow down my darling…
We must slow down my darling… Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal. “Nothing is lost, nothing is gain, we will back step, we will fall forward and… Continue reading
Slip and fall.
Slip and fall.. I requested some kind words. I asked her to tell me. I love you. Please tell me, you will wait for me and please make these seconds, we have left.… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
Two out of three ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading
Please remember who you were..
Please remember who you were.. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer..
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
Dead man arms..
Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Hold my hands..
Hold my hands… I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and he… Continue reading
Be kind to each other.. And a beautiful Birdy song.
Be kind to each other.. Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading