In the year 2525.. Today is another bloody Sunday. Men killing each other, men killing off the great cities and men stealing and killing Mother nature. Where are the wise men? where are… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and… Continue reading
Our children. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Every child is a light of life. Our children.. I gain another grandchild. She loved me already. I have learn in my lifetime. Love is life and… Continue reading