Oh freedom. We must keep her safe.
Coyote spirit
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left? Today banning books and out-right racism by leaders in Georgia, Texas and Tennessee. And allowed. Mistreating our women and stealing our rights. The NRA world. We do not need. The Texas Governor said after five immigrants were murdered. They don’t matter. Illegal immigrants. They don’t matter. In Florida trying to erase history. We must know history, so we don’t repeat. Please listen to the leaders. We must hold on tight to our freedoms and fire the hateful leaders. Who love NRA, not our children. 
Coyote spirit..
(In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)
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 danced upon the empty beach.
She felt my disease.
She told 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.
To 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 held her tight and
I smelled strawberry in her hair.
The cold of the California night.
Brought us closer together.
She gave me long and sweet kisses.
Maneuvered her body around and
Lifted her dress.
Wrapped her legs around me.
Her eyes looked deep into my soul.
She whispered.
“You are blinded by naysayers 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 fell asleep on the beach.
The ocean song brought a peaceful sleep.
I dreamed,
I’m running with the Coyotes,
I’m dancing and howling at the moon.
I’m swimming in joy.
The morning light appeared.
My woman of kindness.
Kissed me and told me goodbye for a time.
She raised her hands to the sky and told me.
“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 watched my protector, my friend and lover
drive away.
I looked at the sun, the ocean.
I thank the lord of life and death for her and the new chance.
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 the slaughter.
The Coyote can’t be tamed.
Us human are being led to the slaughterhouses
by wealthy and powerful men.
ESCAPE AND HOWL AT THE MOON.
DON’T FOLLOW THE LIARS AND RACIST TO THEIR COLD AND HEARTLESS GOALS.
Run with the wild beast.
Coyote
May 2009
Beautiful as always john. And well said. These horrors have been going on for so long now. Its heartbreaking watching these news stories. But keep speaking to the wind my friend. Some of us are hearing.
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Wise words, oh heyoka! I agree, and am glad to see others howling too. Thank you for making me feel less alone today 💙
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We must howl and raise cane. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Your posts always make me smile, it is my pleasure and honor.
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A soldier had to re-learn war at the mall. He tried to save a woman and a child. He found a child hiding under the dead mother. He had two children hiding in the mall. He protected the child. It is sad. USA, a war zone. Dear friend. This must end. Sometimes I feel. Like I am speaking into wind.
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If you’re speaking to the wind, what more powerful force to carry your words? Just because we can’t see where the words and effort go…and who cares? We’ve already done our jobs. Create.
I’ve said this too before that I’m screaming into the void. I’ve let myself talk myself out of writing for years with this lie. Because we both know there’s more to everyone then meets the eye, we know we don’t need any validation, just to – as much as we can – be that window, the crack, or the dirty mirror that lets the light shine.
We can see this horror, live these horrors, and still find our way to beauty, peace, and love. Those aren’t little things, and we both know it’s sorely needed. I don’t think we can see the big picture or the tornado our words could create, but I know when we let ourselves create, we help others create, and bit by bit, changes. Sometimes I just think it’s the part of the nightmare where you simply must wake up.
I am terribly sorry for your friend, I hope he can find peace and comfort. I’m glad he has a soul like yours around, too.
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The Dingo hears you.
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Thank you DD.
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