Utopia of the pen and the paper
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
(The book is done. Now to edit. Please assist. Is this tale worthwhile?) The man with the sad eyes A Story by Coyote Poetry A book needing to be written. The man… Continue reading
Show me the way to love I found her sitting alone on a Friday night. Sipping a rum and coke. I requested to sit with her.… Continue reading
Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love… Continue reading
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. … Continue reading
Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive. Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence. I… Continue reading
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=UK8Z3i3aTq4#t=0 Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate… Continue reading
The value of memories I was asked by a desperate man. “Why do I live? If I wasn’t born. Would it matter?” I told him the story I… Continue reading
(True beauty is the things we do and reflex. If we hold hope and dreams. Sing songs of love and kindness. We can know real peace and give hope… Continue reading
Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading