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
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 weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words) The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will… 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
(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
The war, the blood and the gun No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War… Continue reading
Imagine there is no war, my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Imagine there is no war, my friend. Dear child The world weeps blood. Whole world blinded by hate and… Continue reading
Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children. … Continue reading