Too late for forgiveness.
(My two brothers Chuck and Scott. Chuck committed suicide in 1988 and Scott in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important… Continue reading
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God wasn’t on your side.
God was never on your side.. I wrote into many journals. Bastards like me, can’t feel and they don’t know fear. I never had a heart till it was too late. Too late… Continue reading
For my brothers.
For my brothers. Written in 1988. Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and sweetness to a life, where hope and dreams are long forgotten on your journey… Continue reading
The shadows.
The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading
For dear Moriah. A beautiful butterfly in heaven now.
( It is a hard world. We need to listen, show concern and tell the people we love and care for. Come to us, you have a safe place to heal.) 1- Silence… Continue reading
A New York city night.
A New York city night… Was a New York city dark winter night.The cold of Winter made the strangers gathered in the taverns.I sat alone at the bar, writing into my journal.A pretty… Continue reading
SOS..
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading
For my Brothers, Chuck and Scott.. God was never on your side.
God was never on your side.. I wrote into many journals. Bastards like me, can’t feel and they don’t know fear. I never had a heart till it was too late. Too late… Continue reading