Blinded. But not dead yet…
Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to… Continue reading
Coyote
Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry A eye for a eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my friend?
Solitude and seclusion. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to be blind then see the real world? Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into… Continue reading