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!

[Aidz]

What I like mate is you tell it as it is, no bs no lies and seen through yr eyes a life. As well with a lesson to learn

[MoriartyMesa]

Loss for a proper review, this was great.

[Star Wolf]

We all need to learn how important the people in our lives are instead of throwing them away so easily. Your poem is awesome, full of wise words that life has taught. If only the younger in the world would listen. They never really seem too. Must learn by living, I suppose.

[Poetic Beauty]

Wise words. No one wants to die alone. That is why we need to think about how we treat people in our lives. Can't like everyone or please everyone but being civil and respecting those who care about you is very important. We all fall short sometimes and we all walk along paths that are litter with debris. I have a poem written about that idea that I haven't posted yet. Will at some later point. 100/100

[Heromen Selena]

I always enjoy your writing Coyote. Such wisdom in these words makes me feel like I have a mentor showing me the way. Guiding me towards the right choice. Lovely. Keep it up!

[Sarah Redigan]

Felt like uneasy there experiencing it with u ..... Brava nice write love looking forward to readiny more

[White_lily]

That was really good, the tears was close to finally fall

[Globy]

great poem indeed. you draw pictures with your words. really strong.

Globy
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[nicolettox]

beautiful! I loved the strong imagery in this one, it has some powerful lines!

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."

Wise words. Thank you!

[deepblue04]

This is amazing! I love the imagery you put into this! Good job!