Please just one more day.
Midnight toll. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two… Continue reading
Midnight toll. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune 1- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money; I play… Continue reading
My good friend who was killed in Iraq with his children in 2004. Rachel Corrie. A human shield killed trying to protect a clinic. !War! What is good for? Nothing. A Poem by Coyote… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
One Tin soldier. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart; love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
1- Do we remember who started the war? We remember the winner. And the dead are quiet. 2- My Ojibwa grandmother told me. White people took everything from me. I don’t hate them… Continue reading
Look at me. See me. “President Trump pledged Thursday to keep the United States at the “top of the pack” in terms of nuclear weapons, expanding the nation’s nuclear arsenal if necessary and suggesting… Continue reading
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… Continue reading
Dirty, dirty world. Messy, messy world. Guns and bombs are being shot at cities and people die. Who cry for the people in the way of the wars. Are the dead, acceptable death?… Continue reading