(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
(Johnnie and his Daniela. Winter 1978.) Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote PoetryIt is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To… Continue reading
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
Lilac mountains Veiled in mists That emanated from a yonder reality Abounding with the mysteries of the ages That pervade existence entire Reached high into the celestial realms In search of the eternal continuous…
(My brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987, Chuck committed suicide in 1988.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel… Continue reading
(Johnnie at Fort Ord, California. 1992.) Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance… Continue reading
