Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding…

 Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading →

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Love letters…

Love letters… Wither we loved, wither we kissed, wither we danced. Maybe we wanted too much, too little. I told you on the telephone. My dearest love. We need more love letters. I… Continue reading →

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Sin is sin, till we partake…

Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading →

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“Killer on the road”

Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading →

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“Father never cried”

 Father never cried My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw… Continue reading →

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Never again

                    Never again, Nie wieder, Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with tears. He told me it must never happen again. He told me… 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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Who will ring the bell?

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 →

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The white cliffs of Dover

The White cliffs of Dover Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The white cliffs of Dover,… 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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