Riders on the storm

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 →

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“Peace will come”

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 →

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We are born to live

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 →

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We don’t want war anymore

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 →

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Can you see? the truth.

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 →

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‘Peace will come, even if, one by one.’

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 →

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‘Utopia of the pen and the paper’

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 →

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‘The earth, the sky and the water.’

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 →

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‘One people/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 War would end… Continue reading →

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You are gone and I’m here’.

(A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. Don’t need words to express the sadness.) –You are gone and I am here. You are gone and I’m here War, violence… Continue reading →

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