Blood in, blood out…
Blood in, Blood out Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What… Continue reading
Blood in, Blood out Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What… Continue reading
My Christmas prayer Thank you Lord of life and death. I had a safe and wonderful year. My children are near and grandchildren laughter overtake my home often. I have good heath and… Continue reading
(My father and my daughter. 1996.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s… Continue reading
Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading
Riders on the storm “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she… Continue reading
Lake Gichigana Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people.… Continue reading
One earth, one people Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible?… Continue reading
We are born to die and we are born to live Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading
Who will ring the bell? Who will ring the bell when the last soldier is dead? The great liars in Washington D.C shrouded lies with fake glory. Making the sheep believe… Continue reading
You are me and I’m you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little separate us. All people want to live. You are me and I’m… Continue reading