The coyote song.
A California coyote.
In the California Mountains.
The coyote song
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death.
The coyote song
Beautiful Lady dressed in a black dress.
Blue eyes like a clear river.
Holding the talisman in her hands.
Against her heart.
Her red hair blowing in the Seaside breeze.
Whisper run Coyote run.
She put the talisman around my neck.
I’m being strangle by so many rules.
I can’t find my way back.
I got lost on my journey.
My lady Shaman brings me close.
We dance upon the naked beach.
She feels my disease.
She tells me.
You are black in spirit.
The Coyote spirit must run free.
The Coyotes were my friend.
Few of us are still roaming.
I yearn to find my lost comrades.
Run with the wind.
Break down the paper thin wall of bullshit
Surrounding my life.
Be free.
Howl and yell at the moon.
When your dreams die.
We are just waiting for death to free us.
My blue eye friend.
I hold her tight.
I smell strawberry in her hair.
The cold of the California night.
Bring us closer together.
She give me long and sweet kisses.
Maneuver her body around.
Lift her dress.
Wraps her legs around me.
Her eyes look deep into my soul.
She whisper.
You are blinded by lies and storytellers.
You can’t see beyond this day.
Your hope has disperse into the wind.
Don’t wait for Death.
He will come soon enough.
We fall asleep on the beach.
The ocean music brings a peaceful sleep.
I dream.
I’m running with the Coyotes.
I’m dancing and howling at the moon.
I’m swimming in joy.
The morning light appear.
My woman of kindness.
Kisses me and tells me goodbye for a time.
She raises her hands to the sky.
Be free.
Don’t be a dog on a chain.
Brake the chain of disappointment.
Don’t be afraid of what is in front of your life.
I watch my protector, my friend and lover
drive away.
I look at the sun, the ocean.
I thank the lord of life and death for her.
I hear the Coyotes.
They are calling out my name.
Telling me to attack life like a wild beast.
Eat flesh, taste the blood.
Allow it to penetrate the heart and soul.
Be strong.
Die for a worthwhile battle.
Not like cattle.
Being led to slaughter.
The Coyote can’t be tamed.
Us human are being led to the slaughterhouses
by wealthy and powerful men.
Escape.
Run with the wild beast.
Coyote
May 2009
Beautiful, i feel very drawn to coyote. When I first used Native American Power Animal cards, Coyote would come up a lot as he is the wise trickster, the jester of the animal kingdom – a lot of satirical power comes forth, and what better place to write from than there
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I like the coyote too. A survivor too. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Strong, inspiring words. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Ah, such taste of freedom….
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I knew freedom once. Even the wild beast must find some sort of peace? Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Coyotes are adaptable, smart, resilient and tough. What’s not to love, eh? Oh yeah, they might eat your little chow pow for lunch. Ooops. Fast food for everyone, right?
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Coyotes are tricky. Know when to run and know when to come forward. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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oh yeah – this is powerhouse verse
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Thank you Paul for reading and the comment.
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Love this!
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Thank you Cindy. Good to know freedom.
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Yes.
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Thank you Mikels Skele for reading and the comment.
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