Freedom is missed, when she is lost.
Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left? Coyote spirit. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held… Continue reading
Daily Archive: September 8, 2025
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You are me and I am you.
You are me and I’m you People who see color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son or… Continue reading
Lovers and losers.
Lovers and losers She told me. I will cry for you. I would die for you. I will do anything to make you feel safe and loved. Please stay with me. The lonesome… Continue reading
Peace will come, even if, only by one.
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. An old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song.
The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time… Continue reading
I will leave the light on.
I will leave the light on. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter day and I remember I told you.I will leave the light on, my love. You have… Continue reading