She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest… Continue reading
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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
The shadows.
The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
The songs of the Great Lakes.
The songs of the Great Lakes. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles.
She danced by the light of the candles. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall into the sea. I was the street poet of the night and I wore my Army greens in the… Continue reading
Please show me your real face.
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
The day is gone, and the darkness is here.
The day is gone, and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading