I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading
For Heather Heyer The world is crying Heather Heyer stood with college kids and the people in Charlotteville. One world and one people. They didn’t accept the disease of hate.… Continue reading
Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. We are walking on a dangerous edge. Nuclear Winter, new sickness and… Continue reading
The value of one life Men in offices, in Washington D.C. Screaming out, kill, fight and murder those son of bitches. They are the enemy? ———————————————————————————————————- Maybe the enemy are with-in the walls.… Continue reading
(A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. Don’t need words to express the sadness.) You are gone and I’m here War,… Continue reading