Locked and loaded..
Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something worthwhile. It was their strength and their weakness. A… Continue reading
Tag Archive: faith
0 Comments
Heal, not kill. We are the teacher of the children.
My small books of thoughts.. What will I leave behind? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness.Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and… Continue reading
The threads of life. Fate and destiny..
The threads of life. Fate and destiny.. Old man whispered. Behold a man who didn’t believe in the goddesses of the thread of life.Us foolish men believe we rule the world. The dear… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick..
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
The earth, the sky and the water..
The earth, the sky and the water… I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face this… Continue reading
The word man..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Dead ends..
Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends.. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
I dreamed my world was silence.. War stories.
I dreamed my world 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.… Continue reading
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
Mercy..
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