Highway 80 west calling me.
Highway 80 west calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 west calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I… Continue reading
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A wing and a prayer.
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy.
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy. We danced by… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song.” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and Suzanna… Continue reading
The Chelsea Hotel.
The Chelsea hotel. Leonard Cohen words and song took me to the Chelsea motel before I arrived in the city of New York many times over. I yearn to find the places Cohen… Continue reading
You are always on my mind.
You are always on my mind The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the realpleasures… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
A wish upon a star.
A wish upon a star. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewrote some older poetry. A wish upon a starA Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A wish upon a star… Every night before I… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache. I had two bottles of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons and some salt.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.Do some free-climbing and… Continue reading