A lullaby for organized chaos

Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy.

                          A lullaby for organized chaos.

We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell.
May never find the place we know peace and calm.

We will spiral through spiritual and inflicted pain and pleasure.
Be seduced by words and beauty.
The traveling spirit will never know where to rest.

Old faces, places and  struggles will lead us to a dead-end.
A epic journey rarely end in happiness.
Broken dreams and promises will leave us with wishes.
We were kinder and held on to love.

Old men have solemn vision.
Their hidden strength laid in things lost and cannot be forgotten.
Organized chaos is led by men who desire knowledge and held on to nothing.

The vengeful justice of life is fair.
In the silence of lonely nights.
Great things of beauty haunt the traveler.
His words become empty and painful.

Old man by the sea whispered.
"I'm gone and you are here. I hear the whispers of your sweet voice in the in the silence of lonely night."

Men seduced by chaos and seeking knowledge without bounds.
Find comfort in good whiskey and old memories.
A sad ending to a long life.

                                 Coyote



 

Author's Note

Any mistakes. Assist a old man. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[gabrielle]

The wisdom of the elders, gained through their experience, should never be underestimated. They've already traveled the path that we are walking or would be still walking through. More or less they have an idea what would be the result of our choices. But sometimes, we never listen and we just want do it our way. This piece is truly worth pondering sir. Very touching too.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading. Old age teaches us what we lost and can't be found.

[Ken Simm.]

I can see the elders sitting contemplating what has gone before rather than what is left.
I find this write remakable. It almost completes the circle. Melancolic but I feel we wouldn't have it any other way.

[Barbara Walker]

sometimes we travel roads we think are best for us, experiencing life, as food tasted. As we grow older, we see the error of our ways and all those moments wasted. Your poem touches on this in a very real way, producing a feeling of sadness and melancholy. I enjoyed reading. Thank you!

[Renny]

Coyote this is amazing.cant but read over and over again