Sins of our father..
Daddy swims in sin, my poor father. Could not win. I see my father face in the mirror now and I have learned his disappointment. I told my children, I told my grandchildren.… Continue reading
Daddy swims in sin, my poor father. Could not win. I see my father face in the mirror now and I have learned his disappointment. I told my children, I told my grandchildren.… Continue reading
Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading
Babbling of a insane man. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry You must dance with life and death to know real peace. Chapter one The chess game I drove to Austin, Texas today. I like to get… Continue reading
Forgiveness The man at the booth with the bible. Asked me do I need help? His eyes penetrated me like he could see me drowning in sin. I told him somethings in… Continue reading
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction. A dance with Death. (If you… Continue reading