Blinded, but not dead yet
Blinded, but not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading
Blinded, but not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… 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
Peace will come My child, don’t you cry. War is near and life is so hard. Tomorrow may come and a new day where the sun shall shine upon a world where… 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
Do you want your child to die in the wars. If you don’t stand for peace. You accepted war. We don’t want war, we don’t want war no-more, Please God of life and… Continue reading
Can you see? The truth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. “I was once asked why I don’t participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but… Continue reading
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. A old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea,… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.) Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
The earth, the sky and the water I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face… Continue reading
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 War would end… Continue reading