Flesh and blood
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day. We… Continue reading
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day. We… Continue reading
The old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… Continue reading
The Poet’s love – The long journey to Cuidad Juarez. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter The Poet’s The Poet’s love The long journey to Cuidad Juarez begin. The five… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of… Continue reading
Originally posted on Tales of a Curious mind:
In a world Where depression is synonymous with evil spirits Where many flee from your aura because they are afraid they will catch your “bad…