You cross my mind in the midnight hours…


The dance…

Love is a wild dance.
Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.
Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.
The breaking dawn begin to create separation.
The once perfect dance because distance memory when
love is left behind. Two people depart to different places and shores.

                          I love you…

I whispered to you. I love you my muse.
You are resting peacefully.
Deep in sweet dreams of things lost.
I hear you calling names of people lost in time.
I hold the embrace and understand.
Love need payment.
There are thieves in love and rare moments when we know the paradise of
true love.
You awaken and asked me. Did I talk again and cry in my sad dreams?
I told my sad love. Love is addicting and the longing for the first sweet dance and kiss.
We cannot forget.



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The twisted dance of love….


The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988)

A Poem byCoyote Poetry

" Just words. A rewrite from December 1988. "

                      The twisted dance of love…
                      (Written in 1988)

I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.
I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.
They shine like the shining night stars on a clear night.
You tell me. You are so good to me, so kind to me.

I tell you. I love you. You are my reasons to be alive.
You looked away from me and whisper. I don’t want love. Too heavy a burden to carry for me
and we are too young to lose our thoughts and hope to one place or person.

In the heat of sex, you whispered. I love you Johnnie,
but in the dance of kiss and embrace is where hungry and…

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For the longest time I felt like I didn’t have a purpose or something significant to do with my life. I’d try anything, trying to figure out what I’m meant to do in this vast life. So many possibilities, so much to do, so much to accomplish.

I’m pretty sure you think I’ve figured it out.

Well I’m still searching. But it’s not a question of finding myself. I’m not lost, even though I am overwhelmed by the idea of not seeing the truth.

My Truth.

Deep down I know it’s just a fog of many experiences that has clouded my identity.

” Everything you want is on the other side of fear. ” – Jake Canfield

I am many things. It’s interesting how each moment that passes a new version of self is formed. Every second that ticks forms your past. And yet I get stuck in my past…

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Old soldier…


Old soldier…

A Story byCoyote Poetry

" Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate being alive. "         

                           Old Soldier….

He had a hard face. He was drinking his whiskey and Miller beer. He was a retired soldier drinking alone in the dancing/bowling tavern near the Seaside beach. His hard face turned friendly when another soldier slapped his back and told him. Almost time to go home Sergeant Major. He told the bargirl. A double jack and a cold tapped beer for my friend. He turned around and gave me a hug bear hugged and told me. Good to see you, Johnnie. I got you a young filly from Kentucky with legs as long as the Texas highways. I told her you are going to be a General. If you…

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How Many?

Source of Inspiration


I would count
but there are too many
stars, grains of sand
excuses, failures, fears
numbers stacked
upon numbers
numbers without end

How is it that You
call me Beloved
when so often I fall?
You keep on loving me
bad habits and all.

My Child, I would count
the ways I love you
but there are too many
stars, grains of sand
numbers piled on numbers.
My love is without end.
I will love you until eternity
and then back again.

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