The coyote song

A re-write

The coyote song

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death.

 The coyote song

Beautiful Lady dressed in a black dress.
Blue eyes like a clear river.
Held the talisman in her hands.
Against her heart.
Her red hair blew in the Seaside breeze.

She whispered 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 brought me close.
We danced upon the naked 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.

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 tightly.
I smelled strawberry in her hair.
The cold of the California night had.
brought us closer together.

She gave me long and sweet kisses.
Maneuver her body around.
Lifted her dress.
Wrapped her legs around me.

Her eyes looked deep into my soul.

She whispered.
You are blinded by lies 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 music 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 appear.
My woman of kindness.
Kissed me and told  me goodbye for a time.

She raised her hands to the sky and she 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.

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 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

Just words

Reviews

[A.R. Rose]

'Escape.
Run with the wild beast.' These word are my favorite. As stated in the poem, you must not let life taunt you. To live , is the very point of being alive; as Coyote live life to the very last, Until their hearts beat no longer.
Great poem!

A.R Rose

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[A.R. Rose]

You're very welcome!

[...]

Very good song. Rhyming is wonderful flow. Deep touches in each word what you write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Poet. When we forget who we are. What do we become?

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Yes we need words like this. To keep us on live. To see what is really important.

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jac..]

"The Coyotes were my friend.
Few of us are still roaming.
I yearn to find my lost comrades.
Run with the wind.
Break down the paper-thin wall of bullshit
Surrounding my life.
Be free.
Howl and yell at the moon." - My favorite verse. We can easily find ourselves smothered by the comings and goings of life we lose sight of the future and our own being.

This has a surreal quality to it, but also echoes many truths and realities throughout. You pen wisdom behind some terrific imagery. Thank you for sharing such a soul bearing, personal write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jack. I appreciate the comment. When we forget who we are. What do we become?

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)]

Exactly right and a scary question. And you are welcome friend!

[Tomás Ó C..]

"When your dreams die... you are waiting for death to free you"

Interesting thought. ..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading. I believe when we forget our dreams and live for worldly needs. We become another person walking the walk of the norm.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

I like it, very magical atmosphere. It seems like coyote is your spiritual guide animal perhaps? =)

For me, it has been (many times) this misunderstood animal, 'Twilight Walker', a wolf. I myself write often about wolves and how they run free and wild.

Let your poetry run free!

Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sarah. Years ago. Coyotes found me and my soldiers named me Sgt. Coyote. I kept the name.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Your welcome. :)

[barleygirl]

I completely relate to this message, my friend, as I'm sure you know me enuf by now . . . this need for freedom can be so powerful, even devoted love can feel cloying & suffocating. I love all the different ways you show us the interactions both by direct description & also by imaginative metaphor with a native flavor.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. I appreciate the comment. We need to keep our wild-side alive.

[Valentine]

Not just words, more of you being exposed to us readers. One thing though...is this were the name you use on site came from? Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

The name was picked by my soldiers. We trained at Death Valley in California. I drove a water truck with a 5000 gallon tanker. Wherever I parked at Death Valley. The coyotes of the desert would find me. I would give them water. The soldiers saw the coyotes following me and my last name is hard to pronounce. I become Sgt. Coyote.

[Valentine]

Kind hearted to animals too. I like how your Indian heritage comes through in your writes and wordings. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

Animals are wise. Those California coyotes would find me every morning. Kept their distance and they were wonderful free animals.

[Egonarc]

It felt as if the shaman or this lady was part of the sky and disappeared in day light. Kinda magical. There were some loose words though.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Some people are magical.

[Jon Roggie]

This is flipping writing! Thank you for this one.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jon. I appreciate the comment.

[Michael X]

epic work coyote, transports the reader to another place and time! A wise heartfelt poem!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Michael. I appreciate the comment.