Independent Day. We want our freedom back.
Sweet FREEDOM A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Freedom is very costly. How many have died for freedom? We allow freedom to die without a fight. The men and woman who died for us to be free… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: July, 2025
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Heal, not kill..
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”― Gautama Buddha Heal, not kill The world had turn blood red. Where are the voices of calm and peace? Israel trying to erase the Palestine… Continue reading
Independent day. July 4th. Stand your ground.
Stand your ground and be a friend to soldiers in need.. ( Us, who were soldiers. We know. We are more the same than different. USA is 249 years old. USA was once… Continue reading
Never dance with the Devil.
Never dance with the Devil.. You are so damn fine, yes you are. You are like Black Velvet whiskey, Straight, easy to drink and smooth as silky kisses and erotic dances at the… Continue reading
The stormy sea..
The stormy sea.. Life is like a burning candle, we can burn brightly or we can fade away to distance memory. I told my friend, I am too old to die young. Once… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune..
Soldier of fortune.. — Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money, I play… Continue reading
Please come home to me.. And a lovely Joan Baez song.
Please come home to me.. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading
Yesterday.. And a amazing Roy Clark song.
Yesterday.. I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once I… Continue reading
My oh my.. And a amazing Leonard Cohen song.
My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading
Sanctuary..
Sanctuary… In the valley of the gun, men learn the taste of blood.When the soldiers fight, when the soldier kill.They learn the blood song.My father fought in the Korean war and he fought… Continue reading