I love you; I love you; I love you.
I love you; I love you; I love you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Please listen to the song.) I love you; I love you; I love you. I love you; I love you;… Continue reading
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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 missing pieces.
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) … 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
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… 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
Forgiveness.
Forgiveness. The man at the booth with the bible. Asked me do I needhelp? His eyes penetrated me like he could see me drowning in sin. I told him somethings in life can’t be forgiven. He… 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
Have mercy.
Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we do have. We have become strangers to our self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced,… Continue reading