When the war is over…
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
Empty spaces.. Once I was dancing, rambling, drinking and free man. I was seeking the good death. Wanted to test my mind, I wanted to test my body. I wanted to understand war,… Continue reading
Father never cried… My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw… Continue reading
I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading
1- The Dove of peace. If we release the Dove of peace. Will the blind and hateful men of war kill her? Where can the Dove of peace go today? In our messy… Continue reading
( Rachel Corrie. The Palestine people. Called her the beautiful American. ) Without a whisper.. We should of begs for mercy for theinnocent. Careless men talk of dead men and woman.Like a inventory of… Continue reading
War and Peace.. I have stood with soldiers in war and peace.We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death. We traveled to where we were told and did what we had to… Continue reading