Coyote spirit

Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left.

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.
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.
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 goodby 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.

  Run with the wild beast.



                      Coyote
                     May 2009



  

Author's Note

A old poem. Any error. Help a old man. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Freedom is what all wish for yet there are those who wish to control others until they strangle the very heart and soul out of them, leaving nothing but dependent shells behind pretending to be people. I'm with the Coyote wishing to run free and sing my songs. A wonderful poem.

[J. F. Charleston]

Wonderful write, Coyote! I see how the spirit of the Coyote is more preferred over regular human life, in a way that is more of what we all dream about, (if that sentence made any sense to you.) It's spirit is free and never longing to be tied down by the unpleasurable aspects of this world. A fresh and free beginning isn't all what it stands for, I believe. It has the life that most of us tend to write about... Gosh, I feel like I'm preaching to you about it when you know more about it than I do. I see where you are coming from. Great write dear friend, and I hope that the Coyote Spirit is alive and well in you.

J.F. Charleston.

[Calypso]

Just amazing rhythm and imaginary.
I'm jealous.

[quinfinn]

the beauty and depth of this write is utterly astounding. the free spirit is lost and the spirit and love of another allows you to see what you have lost by embracing you with tenderness and understanding. return to the roots and embrace your inner animal. outstanding write!

[Ayvid N]

She showed you how to live free and purely for the moment. Loved the way you sketched the msytical woman. In all, it is a poem full of passions and realizations. Compliments Coyote on poetry remarkably done!

[Blue Ivory]

This reminds me a little of the video of Ride by Lana Del Rey. The heart, wild and free, gets captured eventually. Very few people make it back out there. Beautiful poem!

[Blue Ivory]

I love the way you described the woman!

[Coyote Poetry]

Lana Del Rey can sing. I like her music. Thank you for the comment.

[patti]

really beautifully written poem, the love for the Coyote shines through in this piece. I really enjoyed reading this poem.
" Be strong.
Die for a worthwhile battle."
that is true wisdom at the end, its better to die for fighting for something you believe than not trying at all.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I admire your love for the coyotes. Your passion for them runs deeply throughout this poem. For me, it's very inspiring to see that they are a source of your inspirations.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I prefer wolves to coyotes but I've always had a brotherhood with the wolf. I hear the coyotes here every night...mostly they yip and bark...very short abrupt howl...they run in small packs here. They drive my neighbor's dog nuts. I like this poem and yes, as it points out, we are either living to die or dying to live.