Dead ends..
Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Please don’t allow Israel/ USA to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: anti-hate movement
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
Who will ring the bell? When the last soldier is dead.
Who will ring the bell? Who will ring the bell when the last soldier is dead? The great liars in Washington D.C shrouded lies with fake glory. Making the sheep believe war is… Continue reading
In the year 2525..
In the year 2525.. Today is another bloody Sunday. Men killing each other, men killing off the great cities and men stealing and killing Mother nature. Where are the wise men? where are… Continue reading
The children. I am praying for peace and kindness.
h lord, I praying for better days. Please dear Lord. We need some help. Old world had went mad. We need to learn concern, kindness and love. We need to learn. Every life… Continue reading
War is a sin my friend. Hate is a sin my friend.
Men of hate keep a-coming. Never again. Sweet words that lasted but a few moment in time. (Young Johnnie waiting to go home.1992 photo. Top photo.) Is this the end my friend? A… Continue reading
Do not go into the night quiet my friend.
Where today are the Pequot Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the… Continue reading
A Monday prayer.. Pray for peace..
A Monday prayer.. Pray for peace.. Time for us, all of us to stop.Give a few second of your busy day.We need to stop and to pray.Pray for our world.Pray our leaders learn.Every… Continue reading
The children. Too late for so many.
(April is poetry month. Poem number six. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with. This poem… Continue reading
One Tin Soldier..
One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading