For my brother. Written in 1988.
( April is poetry month. Poem number five. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with.) For… Continue reading
Tag Archive: suicide
Too late for forgiveness..
( My two brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987 and Chuck in 1988. I didn’t know they feared life.) (If you feel death is more important then life. Please call… Continue reading
Words, never spoken..
Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2023 and 2024, I lost many to cancer, suicide and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.. And a powerful video.
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 good whiskey… Continue reading
Silence and listen..
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
Sometime love isn’t enough..
Not enoughA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometime love isn’t enough. “ Not enough… My mind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You can’t live… Continue reading
Did you know I love you..
( Dear Moriah, my niece killed herself last year. 28 years old. Left many broken hearts.) 1- Silence words are meaningless. Did I tell you I loved you, did I tell you I… Continue reading
Words, never spoken..
Words, never spoken… Last year was very hard. 2024, I lost a family member to suicide. Today I miss her voice and I yearn to talk to her again. I miss her smile… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring.
I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading
The hanging tree..
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading