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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 tavern. I remember everything. I remember the beautiful faces of the kind women who tried to love me. I remember doing the… Read more
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Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind and beautiful faces. Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart.Easy to languish in stagnant thoughts when peace is… Read more
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Mercy. Young black man. 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days. I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes. I started to sit with him.He said nothing for many meals.Other Soldiers said he was crazy. One morning at breakfast.He looks at… Read more
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Everything.. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the real value of life to most. How many toys do you need? Where is the coffee time and long conversations? Cell phones and computers make us forget the human touch,the human voice. Is real… Read more
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I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on” I can show you God.. The great search for God is fruitless for some.I knew a woman from Santa Cruz. We sat together often drinking hot and tastycoffee on the Santa Cruz boardwalk. Her heart was cold and… Read more
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