Killed and killed..
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed… On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and wake… Continue reading
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed… On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and wake… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City.. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading
Fragile love.. You have been lingering upon my thoughts.You have made promises we cannot keep. Sweet words, kind words made me wish for faraway places that I can’t arrive at. Fragile love is… Continue reading
On the thread of a word.. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords, do have great meaning. Ensure the last words we speak to another. Were kind. On the thread of a word (Freedom is… Continue reading
A letter.. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
Time wait for no-one… He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and he was fond of way she talked. She charmed him her sparkling… Continue reading