An antiwar poetic autobiography
of the happy hippie,
The Hippy Coyote
by Richard Del Connor, "The Hippy Coyote"
Composer, musician, and poet of American Zen,
"America's first Buddhist rock band."
Author of Utah Phase 1, Autumn Flavours, and Sid's Place
Shaolin Communications.
Raves for Richard Del Connor's
Rainbow in the Shade
"I
really like this book. This is my first epic poem.
I was
inspired by the epic poem, "Don
Juan,"
by Lord Byron.
Did you know that much of the "Don
Juan"
story
actually happened to me?"
---The
Hippy Coyote, Montrose, California.
4 DECADES OF LOVE
THE ANTICHRIST
AUTUMN FLAVOURS
BUDDHA KUNG FU STUDENT MANUAL
COMBAT TAIJI
CONNOR BLACK HOLE BUBBLE THEORY
COYOTE IN A GRAVEYARD
HISTORY OF ZEN FROM A TO Z
HUMAN VALUES FOR SUCCESS IN FAMILY & BUSINESS
KUNG FU COWBOY ORIGINAL DRAFT
LOVE, ALWAYS & FOREVER!
MASONIC KUNG FU BOOK 1
THE POTATOE VALENTINE & OTHER LOVE POEMS
SEASON OF FOURS
SHAOLIN GONGFU INITIATE
SHAOLIN KUNG FU BEGINNER
SHAOLIN KUNG FU INTERMEDIATE
SID'S PLACE
SPRING FEVERS
SUMMER FOREVERS
TAI CHI BEGINNER
TAI CHI INTERMEDIATE
TAO OF TAOISM
UTAH - PHASE 1
WINTER FLOWERS
ZEN SPIRIT BOOK
Rainbow In The Shade
Richard Del Connor is the author of the novel Sid's Place, released 2009, about a drug runner going underground in 1969. Utilizing the psychedelic rock'n'roll lifestyle memories he accumulated during the sixties and seventies, Richard follows the John Steinbeck tradition of writing about topics you've experienced and people you've known.
Richard is the author of many poetry books since 1974's release of Autumn Flavours. This poetry book launched the poetry book series, Season Of Fours. www.SeasonOfFours.com
Richard Del Connor became The Coyote in 1984 while performing his rock opera, Coyote In A Graveyard, in Los Angeles. The first American Zen album, LEVEL 1 = PEACE OF MIND, was released under the producer name of Richard O'Connor.
Later albums and poetry books by American Zen were released under the pseudonym, The Hippy Coyote.
Richard Del Connor has completed two decades of child raising and is looking forward to world travel and television appearances.
Rainbow in the Shade
An
antiwar poetic autobiography
of the happy hippie,
The Hippy
Coyote
An
Epic Poem
by Richard Del Connor
"The Hippy Coyote"
Published
by
ShaolinCommunications.com
Rainbow
In The Shade -
An
antiwar poetic autobiography of the happy hippie, The Hippy Coyote
by
Richard Del Connor, The Hippy Coyote
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This book, or parts of this book, may
not be reproduced in any form without written permission from the
publisher, Shaolin Communications.
Edited and typeset by Richard Del Connor.
Published by Shaolin Communications
818-723-2769
publisher@shaolinCOMMUNICATIONS.com
First Edition released February 4, 2013.
Author: Richard Del Connor, "The Hippy
Coyote"
Richard Del Connor became "The Coyote"
in 1984 while performing his rock opera, "COYOTE
IN A GRAVEYARD," in Los Angeles,
California. In 2007, after "dissecting his brain" at
www.ACTzen.com,
The Coyote became The Hippy Coyote. Most of Richard's music, lyrics
and poetry are published under the pseudonym, The Hippy Coyote.
Coyote's podcasts, albums, and books are available at www.shaolinRECORDS.com
Smashwords Edition
First Edition Release
Smashwords ebook
ISBN: 978-1-57551-384-3
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For more information about Coyote and American Zen visit www.americanZEN.org
Chapter 2. Transwest Apartment 1993
Chapter 4. Salt Lake City 1997
Chapter 7. Angeles Forest Cabin 2000
Chapter 8. Allied Gardens 1967
Chapter 10. Black Widow Spider Bite 2001
Chapter 13. Vision Quest Pineridge Reservation 1994
Chapter 14. Afghanistan War 2008
Chapter 15. LaMesa 1972 "Love to Escape"
to
the slave, Epictetus,
who was also a purple thread.
Richard Del Connor has been writing poetry and music since 1967.
A 40-page biography of Richard Del Connor is outlined in the Buddha Kung Fu Student Manual. (Get it.)
American Zen, "America's First Buddhist Rock
Band," was formed in 1992.
americanZEN.org
American Zen, and The Hippy Coyote are exclusive
artists of Shaolin Records.
shaolinRECORDS.com
THE
COYOTE POETRY PODCAST hosted by The
Hippy Coyote. (poem and a song)
coyotepodcast.com
In 2005 American Zen released LEVEL
1 = PEACE OF MIND. (11 songs + 11
poems)
LEVEL1peaceOFmind.com
In 2007 American Zen released LEVEL
2 = CHRIST KILLER. (all instruments by
Coyote
LEVEL2christKILLER.com
In 2008 Coyote released novel, SID'S
PLACE, about drug runner in
1969
shaolinCOMMUNICATIONS.com
In 2009 American Zen released LEVEL
3 = I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME.
LEVEL3iWANTyoutoLOVEme.com
In 2010 Coyote shaved his head--for the third
time--to become the Hippie Buddha?
HippieBuddha.com
In 2010 American Zen released LEVEL
4 = KUNG FU COWBOY part 1: King Solomon's
Temple
LEVEL4KungFuCowboy.com
For more information about Richard Del Connor:
(Author, record producer,
poet)
RichardDelConnor.com
DickieDare.com
ZenPup.com
I started this poetic autobiography February 2,
2011.
I completed, "Rainbow
In The Shade," the title poem,
February 6, 2011.
My original goal was heartfelt
__inspiration
that I thought would become fictional.
Utilizing parts of my own
life,
__a better story I knew I'd tell.
Somehow the
truth,
__pulled me into its tentacled crack.
The story line,
like a train on a downhill track,
__resulted in this poem--I
couldn't lose what was on my back.
I have many paragraphs of poems,
__I could add
to flourish this pathetic heroic tale.
I haven't even read it
yet,
__but tomorrow this story, I will into a microphone tell.
I
will borrow my daughter's computer,
__perhaps, for the very last
time.
She's moved out with her boyfriend.
__She has escaped,
graduated,
____found freedom of her own independent kind.
My
jailer toddler purpose,
__of daily life the last 20 years,
Has
dispersed from my world
__like a warm rain of evaporated tears.
Silver clouds dispensed their blessings,
__the
golden sun shines over me again.
The grey coyote now set
free,
__offers you this secretive partial tail.
__A piece of a
unique well-intentioned journey.
This story that will
follow,
__was written in a few days-- that's all.
The words I
chose to hear,
__seek to describe how it feels to fall.
Spring's
new seed, got lost and freed,
__yet fruit it bore unplanned.
The
wind of God's breath in an immortal garden.
My feet planted in a
masculine stand,
__as Fate's mud decides to harden.
I'm the clay of an immortal play.
__My
blessings are my curse.
Angelic heritage,
__always ends up
worse:
Than those who aid the government rancher
__in herding
out the aimless sheep.
My enemies are always those who
rose,
__below spiritual LEVEL
3.
Christ killers hunt coyotes,
__I'm
innocent of their blame.
Perhaps it's time to offer
them,
__another civilian name.
(NOTE: I did record this entire poem the next day)
Hollywood 1980
A tale of fortune, fame and love,
__do I dare
admit it was me that was shoved,
__into bliss into blame,
__into
an alias, another name.
A reputation built, with questionable
guilt.
Was I the knave, was I the slave,
__in endurance and
fortitude, cowardly brave?
A bloodless life, though close to
death's knife,
I took my loves, but only one wife.
The loves,
the nights, sweet tender locks,
__a prison of paradise.
An Eden
in space amid wild rock stars,
__sexy witches, recording
engineers, and carpentry tools.
All in their prime, blindly
worshiped,
__but most of them were nice guys, idiots and
fools.
Unknown to the world because the world cannot see,
__what
the people desire, and call, "liberty."
Swimming in
pools, dressed in undress,
__jacuzzis of repose, the purchased
bailiff or loyal witness.
All participate in earthly
choices,
__the menu decides whether they will be girls or boys.
Morality exists in a twisted sculptured
form.
Success determines righteousness, in a leather
uniform.
Security and safety are the directions to go,
__in a
warm brook of human temptations.
Decisions we shouldn't know.
The
alcohol slows the drug snorting leaders,
__consumed by the younger
wolf pack.
But when the drunken lions awake,
__the strongest
and most virile who remain--will be their snack.
Houses along the
shoreline, or on the soft cliff plateau,
__from Sunset to
Wilshire, to graveyard Malibu.
The police do not hinder, the lords
of paradise
Their lawyers will protect,
__their constitutional
vice.
The water beds are warmed with,
__the mud of barium
salts.
Their investments and stocks are overflowing vaults.
Time
does not exist here, where dark angels play.
There are no victims
here, they choose to stay.
Weekends span for an extra day or
two,
__only the bondage of employment, ends this willingness to
do--
What religions proclaim is wrong,
__of the celebrity's
newest hit song,
__of wicked desires and selfish score,
__that
sell a million more.
The public hungers for the emotional stories,
__an
embarrassing picture or tragedy.
These are the horizon's
offspring,
__held at bay by drugs, pot and ecstasy.
Life is an
endurance of pain and suffering,
__within this gay
celebration,
__revived by coffee or bubbly jacuzzi.
Eventually
eat a meal, eventually get some sleep,
__liquor, coke, and smoke,
with some synthetic LSD.
How can it be wrong, to live this
romantic song,
__offering one's life, to the glory of another
night.
This pinnacle of creative harvest,
__deadly fruits of
artistic ambition.
Many years in their making,
__from suffering
they are taking what they think they've won.
And who wouldn't
claim the Devil's golden prize,
__when your dreams are looking you
square in the eyes.
No higher hill to climb,
__no finer car to
drive,
__pushed by the public who pay their winged fare.
The
mercedes, BMW, seeking a uniqueness to compare.
The finest pastries or sweetest desserts,
__will
rot if not quickly consumed.
Served on polished plates of
gratitude,
__by stocking waitresses, high-heeled, and nude.
With
sculptured breasts by Hollywood surgeons,
__who receive their
godly fares.
Requisitioning patients to the rich,
__or porno
movie shares.
Like Chinese Shanghaied women slaves,
__for
implants these girls owe a princely sum.
Their dreams are filled
and now fulfill,
__as cameras record their cum.
It's a
business, it's a world
__that has its' own values,
__yes
values, each country its own laws.
Incestuously loving
fatherless
__stage mothers of Roman claws.
Women find their
freedom.
__Women find their power.
Money is the equalizer,
__a
Burbank shark, a commercial devourer.
Control is in
employment,
__or whoever pays the bills.
Rent and utilities can
become the handcuffs,
__referred to as, "frills"
No
worries about the workday,
__no stress over a week without
work.
Kept as pets, rodeo jets,
__in mascara, leather, and
black fishnets.
But there are layers and levels,
__to the
Devil's enterprise.
The runaways scooped up by agents,
__are
only the greasy lunchtime chili fries.
Some are beholden of
greater domains.
__Required obligations do limit and restrain.
In
suits and horse races, polo and Vegas,
__board meetings require a
sober Negus.
Empires would crumble without tending
__by
established legal means.
This twisted life exists and unfolds
__behind highrise business screens.
A manager, two kids, good
private schools,
__hair salon coverups, society thrives.
These
routines of bored luxury,
__masquerade the loveless wives,
Drunk
with tiring passion
__employing what evil now behaves.
Power of
their money creates
__obsequious slaves.
Lampreys and jackals that circle and
giggle,
__dressed in dark suits and ties.
Balancing budgets and
sales made public,
__in legally colored lies.
Symbiotic
banking,
__estate pools glitter and gleam.
The pool man is the
lowest of,
__what keeps the waters clean.
Tens or hundreds,
maybe thousands,
__for a paycheck do depend.
These financial
kings, and dragon queens
__must survive, so them their employees
will defend.
And the children of the tens,
__and the families
of the thousands,
Are a buzzing industrial beehive
__Manufacturing
toothpaste, or coffee grounds.
It matters not, whether an Ohio businessman,
__or
a Hollywood movie mogul.
The stories all depend, upon the new and
undead,
__who say, "Yes," to their unconcerned face.
The
shelves of life are stacked and crowded,
__with those who know
their place.
They can live a long life or burn like moths,
__who
feed or fuel the selfish flame.
All humans burn their motives in
guilt,
__feeding their childish shame.
Like mobsters who have
killed a person,
__the first condemns your soul.
The subsequent
murders are just spilt milk.
__That's how they pay their soldier
toll.
So it seems that sinners know,
__that religion and the
laws,
__are cashiers clicking and clanging,
__for the money in
their paws.
Pay the price of virtue.
__Pay the price for
sin.
___Pay the price for freedom,
____after or to begin.
Shirk
the payment, perhaps today,
__but tomorrow you pay twice.
Losing
sleep to sleep with her,
__close your eyes--now roll the dice.
Any
number that you roll,
__another obstacle.
Eventually, perhaps
tomorrow,
__you're soul's credit card can borrow.
Because as
long as there's a Heaven,
__as long as there's a Hell,
__it's
hard to see the difference,
__it's impossible to tell.
The world of desire is the world of love.
The
world of success is the world of lust.
From Mormons to
athiests,
__Buddhists to Islam,
__life is another business:
__a
sale, a scam, a sham.
For each person is a partner.
__Each
person is a fake.
From drunken bliss to local gym,
__in the
land of mansions and an occasional earthquake.