John W. (Coyote) Fox
Biography of John W. (Coyote) Fox
I was young, once, but I keep getting older, or so they tell me. I have been writing since the late sixties (1960's, that is) , and see no reason to stop yet. I read as much as I can and write lyrics, short stories, and stuff that might pass for poetry (rhyming and prose) . I have a number of war related works that I will submit also, and they are as open to scrutiny, and for any comments you may have. I realized (much later than my experiences) that war is an international subject, as well as personal, and should be discussed. If you have any questions on my writing, or experiences, my email is Tuyhoajohn@charter.net. Tell me what you think-be as honest as you wish, and I'll try to give you feedback on your material as well. See ya in the ink.
John W. (Coyote) Fox Poems
Last Chance For Love
Love is not my mind nor motion. Love has left me standing cold. Love has not been kind or pleasing. Love will watch me growing old. Hate has been my sole redemption. Hate and I have made good friends.
Houdini Anxiety Syndrome
I can't settle. I either float to the top or sink to the bottom, but I cannot stay in one place or another for very long.
It's Not True
So many thoughts have passed this way before, but I have not allowed them to invade my door. So why do they persist in coming back for more when my mind is closed and I am not receiving.
Two Hearts Beating
2 hearts happy 2 hearts beating 1 heart loving 1 repeating
Sky's all funky, dark and cloudy, thunderstormy weather brewin'. Deep insidey, house all warmy, coffee 'n cakes're what I'm doin'.
The Long Tour
Found a lot to drink- Found a lot to smoke- Found a lot to pop- and only a year to go.
Ease My Mind
my mind-tell me I'm safe. Free me...hold my hand. The shake remains a shake and peace is not conceived. I'm tired of walking into stone walls-dead ends of life. Feel the ends of my life. It's plain to see I'm chasing me.
I am left alone. My thoughts cannot be shared with a void. Thoughts need to be expressed, known, felt, shared, spoken, understood. Do you speak to the walls-to the floors-to the open door?
No Family Ties
No family ties to make me stay, no personal connections. No links to past times slow me down, or give pause for reflection.
Where I once was, I long to be again. Where I felt so free, and I liked being me, and I knew how it felt to have a friend.
Ease My Mind
my mind-tell me I'm safe.
Free me...hold my hand. The shake remains a shake and peace is not conceived.
I'm tired of walking into stone walls-dead ends of life.
Feel the ends of my life. It's plain to see I'm chasing me.
The bottom looms near. The death breath upon my face sends me deeper into myself.
I have self pity with little hope of change.
I cannot breathe freely into new life.
Another shovel full, please.