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
A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems. A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… 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
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
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
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
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