You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Lexi were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and… Continue reading
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Liar’s moon..
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the… Continue reading
My sea love.
My sea love. Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying.Lying.Needing.Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. “Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
The coyote and the raven dance.
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
Please follow me and I will follow you.
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
I tried..
J.D Salinger… My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints…I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall, you… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
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