Dark days of Texas- (Chapter 4-8)
Dark days of Texas- Wild buck Jalan- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter Dark side of Texas-Wild buck Jalan- part four Wild buck Jalan left old man John drinking alone.… Continue reading
Dark days of Texas- Wild buck Jalan- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter Dark side of Texas-Wild buck Jalan- part four Wild buck Jalan left old man John drinking alone.… Continue reading
She’s crazy I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading
Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played the monster, the demon and the abuser. I was left… Continue reading
C’est la Mort A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Cest la Mort Tonight two shadows are dancing in Belton, Texas at a dance hall. Old soldiers dancing with a pretty Texas girl… Continue reading
Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed… Continue reading
Just dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Source:treehugger52(Thank you Tumblr) 505 notes Just dance Hold me closer, hold me sweet. Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence… Continue reading
Just dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Source:treehugger52(Thank you Tumblr) 505 notes Just dance Hold me close, hold me sweet. Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the… Continue reading
—————————————————- She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading