Rebirth

Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change?

  Rebirth

Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.
Told the two pretty Honduras girls at his table.
If I drink enough. Maybe I will discard this beaten body.
Discard my old skin like a snake?
Be reborn and ascent from this life.

The girls smiled and laughed.
They told him. When the devil live for bliss on bliss.
No sanctuary for the devil who lived a hollow life.
Hell bound he will go.

I told the dark eyes beauty holding my hand.
Maybe you are my savoir? The sweet breathe of morning air to revive a dead soul?
The young woman Rosa smiled told him.
"You can't tame the sea. Men who love songs of love, blood and travel.
Can't be changed. When you kin of the Devil. No peace till the final farewell.

I asked Rosa. Can I be saved?
Drinking down the large glass of rum in one sip.
She smiled. I know she saw the shadow of death sitting with me.
A tear fell from her eyes as she whispered. " You can hear, smell, touch, taste
and see. And you are still blind. Hate and disappointment are fierce desires.
Some men are born to have the spark of life for a short time. I don't believe you
will desire joy and love. Some deeds and actions can't be forgotten"

Old Johnnie said his farewells to the Honduras beauties.

He knew the slow ascent to hell was easy for men who held or loved nothing.
He sat alone waiting for the morning sun.
Clarity in a new day. Old Johnnie whispered. "I'm cool. Only the good die young.
I got 50 years left. He smiled. My father curse is my blessing. Maybe I will discard my
skin like a snake and forget who I was."

Ancient man walked into the base.
Young Soldier greet the old soldier. Morning, good to see you survived the night.


                        Coyote

Author's Note

A story. Enjoy.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

this is an exquisite written journey. Life as poetry has the best good verses evil anecdotes understood only through being misread by another onlooker. Your rebirth poem has such a scene intrusive, tailing the living on edged, the keen eye of one who embarks for more than just passing the time..excellent piece I could see everything clear in the haze of this decisive moment.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to test life. I would do it again. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Judy]

I am intrigued by this - I liked the title - and did not know what to expect - the story left me curious and fascinated - I would like to re-read it to continue an accurate evaluation.

[Callum]

An awesome story, this gave me clarity. A really great journey man.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Most of us must fall to the lowest level to know what we need.

[Callum]

hey, I've been there. thanks for writing this.

[Ken Simm.]

A story I enjoyed, understood, to an extent and read again. You give several ways in and that is how it should be. Forgive me but I kept hearing Robbie Robertson and Somewhere down that Crazy River. In the sense that you were asking picture this. And I felt that this write needed a soundtrack behind spoken words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Most of us must fall down to the lowest places to know what is important. I will research the Robbie Robertson song.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very compelling and with some mind bending thoughts... aren't we all looking for that second chance to do life betterWhen really the first path we were on was our destiny.

[Coyote Poetry]

Most of us need many second chances. Sooner or later we may learn. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Nativespirit]

I believe that we must be reborn, and born again. How many times it takes to find what we seek, is still the big question. Each time I find a few of the good parts from the old me, but like a patchwork quilt, I am considered strange. Actually, I am not strange; I just walk/run/skip/leap/dance to the music I hear.
Sometimes, like in your story, others try to help, but it ain't happenin'. This is a solo journey.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct. This is a old poem and thoughts. I don't drink the booze no more and raised four kids. I got lucky. A woman saved me from myself. We decide our journey good or bad. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.