The road called me.
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. The road called… Continue reading
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. The road called… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel. (I have been lucky. Many kind Native American took me… Continue reading
“When is enough is enough? A eye for a eye world will leave nothing but bloodshed and war for our children.” “Killing Muslims in Asia and Africa. Killing Christians in Asia… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by… 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.… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well. Can hear the strong… Continue reading
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom” Written in 1989/rewritten in 2014 I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined… Continue reading
“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… Continue reading
the trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never… Continue reading
Whispers in the dark A Poem by Coyote Poetry Things never touched can haunt us more than what was done. Whispers in the dark I lay on cold sheets not wanting the… Continue reading