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Too late for forgiveness.

(My two brothers Chuck and Scott. Chuck committed suicide in 1988 and Scott in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important… Continue reading

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God wasn’t on your side.

God was never on your side.. I wrote into many journals. Bastards like me, can’t feel and they don’t know fear. I never had a heart till it was too late. Too late… Continue reading

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For my brothers.

For my brothers. Written in 1988. Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and sweetness to a life, where hope and dreams are long forgotten on your journey… Continue reading

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For my Brothers, Chuck and Scott.. God was never on your side.

God was never on your side.. I wrote into many journals. Bastards like me, can’t feel and they don’t know fear. I never had a heart till it was too late. Too late… Continue reading

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For my brother. Written in 1988.

( April is poetry month. Poem number five. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with.) For… Continue reading

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Too late for forgiveness..

( 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

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Two brothers..

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Too late for kindness..

Too late for kindness.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I found a old journal. 100 poems, never been published anywhere. Number one, 1990 poetry.  Too late for kindness… I wanted my brothers to be… Continue reading

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Too late for forgiveness…

Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryA new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help.  Too late for… Continue reading

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Hold silence and listen

Hold Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old… Continue reading

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