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
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
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… Continue reading
( Death Valley. Took my unit six months to clean up bodies and damaged vehicles.) Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the… Continue reading
Dear God.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how… Continue reading
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day. We… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place. The simple rules..… Continue reading
( My two brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987 and Chuck in 1988. I didn’t know they feared life.) (If you feel death is more important then life. Please call… Continue reading
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
Ancient floors.. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading