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!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"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."~ If only there is a place like this to run to for everyone, maybe we would all find solice in our hearts.
This is Beautifully written. Great message.

[Amelie]

Great use of literary tools. The personifications and metaphors conveyed well your thoughts, and kept me engaged in the imagery you painted in my mind. This piece also might've mirrored your philosophies, and personal battles and I feel gratified as a reader and thank you for sharing them.Insightful and seemingly a parable, it's something to ponder upon. Fantastic piece.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

This is a poem where I can picture a big house. Our Earth. I liked the way you combine here philosophical statements with fresh images brought by senses. It is beautiful, calm and morally wise.

[Melati]

Thanks for sharing of your poem. It is beautifully written.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Reads so very much like the human condition. Your poems are very compelling. these word snapshots from/of your life.

[Jon Settle]

This was amazing... I'm speechless. There was one mistake I found: " No greater gift then reaching down to a child and giving them hope and strength." It should be "than" not "then" you're making a comparison of sorts and you're using the "then this happened" form. Other than this I thought this was a really, really amazing piece of work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the review and help.

[afra]

beautiful and deep .....i always love ur work

[Barbara Walker]

Reflecting on a life lived, a truly good piece. I had trouble with one line, "Trying to find the place I turn beserker to love and kindness." Don't understand what you meant in that line. Glad your muse returned!

[Justin Flume]

Damn man. You keep on impressing me.
It's actually damn fantastic.
I could really relate to this (;
Great read.

[Layla J Omorose]

Another great poem. Very well done. I always like reading your work