Ancient floors

                  

   



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 cold beer, lust and waiting for mercy.

No mercy for men who played the b*****d too damn well.
Men who live with graveyard poetry.
That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust.
Their words become more worthless with time.
No sweet lullaby can save them.

Vintage memories of sweet whispers leave a morbid reminder.
Of broken roads and promises.
Old man sit on the solitude of the sand.
Watching the sea.

Knowing no forgiveness or charity for a man who left a blood trail of kind and loving people.
The bells are ringing in the distance.
They are ringing the bells to announce. There is forgiveness even for the men drowning
in sin and his own greed.

I try to escape the song of bells.
Run to the hills where I can find silence and calm.
Fall into the field of lilies and violets.
I'm weary from a journey with no ending.

I look to the sky.
Asked the Goddess of the Earth.
To show me the place I need to be.

Tire and mad as hell.
I walk ancient floors.
Trying to find the place I turn berserker to love and kindness.

I go toward the ringing bells.
I walk to the statue in the center of the church court.
A man reaching to a child.
The words read. " No greater gift than reaching down to a child and giving them hope and strength."

It is a beautiful day today.
The sun is shining.
I can smell the coffee in the distance.
The old street Poet will drink coffee and write a lullaby about a man who wasted all things.

He awoke alone to find out. No person want to die alone.
Come a time.
When you cannot run any more.

A man must learn to cherish friendship and love. A man who served self only: booze and woman:
War and government  will be forgotten and leave nothing but a lonely grave.

                                    Coyote
                                 2012

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Why did I read this? Down in the right hand corner where the WC posts "related writing" on the page that has my poem "Jail Bait" this piece pops up along with three others that I wrote. How this poem is related to "Jail Bait" I have no clue but I'm glad it is cause I might have missed Ancient Floors. Out f*****g standing work Coyote!

[Bryan Micheni]

i like this write. seems like there was plenty of personal experience included. very good introspective piece

[Zackery Alan Daley]

Always a pleasure.

[Allen Smuckler]

Once again Coyote, you've touched a thread in my "mind and my heart". so honest and thoughtful....sometimes it is just a tad too little and bit too late. Remember, it is now we make an impact...not when we are dust.
you have profoundly and sincerely made that point Coyote...now, if you're only not preaching to the choir. We need to "pay it forward".
Great job as usual Coyote
allen

[Pritesh]

The words of kindness are worth more then the material help.Your strength to bear the multi-nature of the livhng world is what counts.Truely, your mirror of ancient floor gave a familiar essense of emotional variation amongst us.Your subjugation of darker world and transition to blossoming world are really admiring.KEDP WRITING.

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

There is such wisdom and truth in your poetry, Coyote, and I always look forward to reading your poems. Profound, heartfelt, and thought-provoking with great expression and effective imagery.

Outstanding as usual.

[emmajoy]

'No mercy for men who played the b*****d too damn well. ~ Men who live with graveyard poetry. ~ That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust. ~ Their words become more worthless with time.~ No sweet lullaby can save them.'

John, you have wonderful way of teaching us how to live but, you never preach. You always put yourself in the driving seat then travel through the goods and bads, pointing out both fine traits and flaws. This write is no exception.. it's a warning, it's a reminder that we all reap what we sow, that whoever WE walk alongside in life - God willing, will be there at our graveside .. or not

[ewest1220]

Beautiful, just, beautiful! And a great message to boot! Great job!

[eeoopig]

This is so beautiful, and true. Nobody ever was to die alone - everyone would much rather be surrounded by family and friends. Its a human thing :)Yet again another brilliant poem, I love all of you poetry :D

[Cole Hayley]

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.

Beautiful, once again of course. I love the piece, cheers.

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a fine poem, full of wisdom, transported through strong, direct imagery.