Solitude and seclusion.
Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into his own.) Kahlil Gibran I’m swimming in shit and blood.World falling to anger and hate.Men crying out… Continue reading
Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into his own.) Kahlil Gibran I’m swimming in shit and blood.World falling to anger and hate.Men crying out… Continue reading
Blood in, Blood out.. Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What did we leave behind… Continue reading
Stand up.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.… Continue reading
(I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion and feelingsfrom people who lived a long life.) “Everybody knows” Mr. President. Did you see the food prices?Poor people making… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. In the sixties. There was a good dream.We support to be working 32 hours a week and enjoying art, poetry and music by the year 2000.The… Continue reading
Where today are the Pequot Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the… Continue reading
Stand up for the right things.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners… Continue reading
Stand by me.. ( Old words with same meaning today. Time for the good people to unite to stop hate, racism and separation. We must make a safe world for every child.) Someone… Continue reading
Stand for the right things.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of… Continue reading
The valley of the gun… 1- Is death sweet? Do we go easily into the final sleep? Without struggle. Do the dead cities talk? They do. They are killing women and children in… Continue reading