The last person standing..
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last person standing… Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last person standing… Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading
The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe in reincarnation. I believe I have lived many lives and I was a soldier in every one. I was told by… Continue reading
We were just Men and Woman… 20 soldiers sat and waiting in a room .The education of War written deep in their brains and hearts. Their souls became polluted with word kill, protect… Continue reading
(Locked and loadedA Poem by Coyote PoetryWar. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Locked and loadedThe old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and… Continue reading
(Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) Missing pieces.. On paper with black ink and thoughts. I… Continue reading
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing.” Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows… A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part two… Ghost and shadows… Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows- Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one… Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon… Continue reading