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Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading
Stand by me A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one is a mountain. We need bridges to hope and peace. Stand by me They murdered Christians and Muslims in Asia. They murdered Muslims and… Continue reading
Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading
Please stay with me tonight I laid beside you and embraced you tightly. I felt the heat of your flesh and I saw in your eyes. Asking me… Continue reading
(Everything decision and act becomes part of us. Better to walk the good walk and try to know peace.) Shadows My sister told me. “You have changed. ” She told me. “You saw… Continue reading
Two brothers who committed suicide. Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen.… Continue reading
When God laughs A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read Jack London book today “When God laughs.” It is a amazing book. Quotes and words from a amazing writer Jack London and… Continue reading
The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse. “The threshold, wide and the appearance… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep. Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kisses my friend. Real gold of a life. A thousand kisses deep The doors are locked and window block by the… Continue reading
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry I wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be… Continue reading