Mercy.
Mercy. Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Christianity
Our world. We must protect the children.
“War is a sin.” Bob Denver The Things we do? (A very old poem. Two children were killed and 17 were wounded at a School mass in Minnesota. USA had become the war… Continue reading
My father/ my grandfather story.
(My father like many Mexicans. Fought for freedom in the Korea war . My illegal Grandfather served in World War two and a white Captain ensure he received his citizenship. Look at the… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. City of lights.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. City of lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part three. Warning(This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.) City of… Continue reading
The things we do.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is a sin. Bob Denver The Things we do? I’m far from a Angel.I believe some deeds in lifecan’t be forgotten. A beautiful girl Rachel Corrie.She stood in front of… Continue reading
I can show you God.
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on I can show you God… The great search for God is fruitless for some.I knew a… Continue reading
The good path.
The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need. The good path.. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong… Continue reading
Everything.
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything.. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the… Continue reading
The darkest days.
The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons.
A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. 1- The song of the fall. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old… Continue reading