The Texas gals.
The Texas gals. Once I escaped Michigan. I was seeking death and I went to three war zones and I learn. I had something left. The gods of life blessed me and I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
The karma of love..
he karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
The Medicine wheel. One people and one earth.
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face.
A safe place, a kind face. Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind him,… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything.
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once, we try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once, allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
The rays of the sun on my face.
The rays of the sun on my face.. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer.
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child.. I took my pen to paper and wrote that… Continue reading
When I am done.
When I am done.. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now.I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are so… Continue reading