You saved me…
You saved me… “Save one life, we know happiness. Save many lives. We know peace.” Once I knew everything and I learned. I knew nothing. Old age had taught me, Johnnie, you know… Continue reading
You saved me… “Save one life, we know happiness. Save many lives. We know peace.” Once I knew everything and I learned. I knew nothing. Old age had taught me, Johnnie, you know… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it… Continue reading
I was just nineteen…. 15,000 day ago, he was a soldier. He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run? Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home,… Continue reading
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading
Burning desire.. Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background.Love was new and you were my only need.Your gentle whisper of lover, lover, lover. Let’s become one in… Continue reading
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you… Continue reading
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading