Remembering Phil Ochs and some poetry. SOS.
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: suicide
Life is sweet, death is sweeter.
Life is sweet, death is sweeter. (When you lose your brothers to suicide. So many questions shall never be answered.) Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready and my brothers.
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
Better to be a friend then be standing by a casket saying a final goodbye. Too late for forgiveness.
(Two of my brothers who committed suicide. One in 1988, one in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life.… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Please call the people you love, they may need a kind voice.
(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important than life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading
Sometimes love is not enough.
Sometimes love is not enough. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love isn’t enough. Sometimes love is not enough. My kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell… Continue reading
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
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