Hell-bend highway

Some folks cannot be saved.

My Brother is free



                      Always torn and never content.


                      Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him.
  

                      Whiskey and beer dreams.


                      Paradise blinded by dreams seen
                      at the bottom of a empty bottles.


                      We were raised like Brother's.


                       He felt no peace in a normal flow of living.


                       Addiction of life are many.


                       Sex, Booze and money can bring us to 
                       death gate.


                       I pray for my Brother in living.



                       You found some sort of peace in death.


                       I wish I listen to you more.



                       I wish I try to understand why the booze
                       brought peace to your life.


                        Now I write wasted words.


                        I will pray you found peace finally.


      Coyote
  16 Sept 2009





                     Hell-bend highway



He told me don't need to hear your s**t.


He asked me are you content?
With your rules and compliant.


You conformed to a system that don't give
a s**t about you.


He drink the whiskey straight.
He offered me a cold beer.


I told him.
I know I'm contaminated with B.S.
My mind is diluted with desires and things I don't need.


But I won't be condemn to die alone.
Drinking and no-one giving a s**t if I'm dead or alive.



He looked at me.
Looking 20 years older then his age.


Whisper Cousin.
It is too late to save me my Brother.


The hell-bend highway


When you get on it.
Can't get off.


                          Coyote
                        16 Sept 2009

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Old thoughts and poetry.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Coyote you have written about wasted words I don't feel they are wasted
Someone with this addiction may read them and they help them turn their lives around
I know many people with this addiction is so sad watching him slowly killing themselves
Your words strike a chord with me my father was an addict to alcohol I miss knowing him for 20 years
He did turn it's like a round but he wasn't here lyyong after that
I'm very sorry for such a sad loss
Hey fine emotional write

[Coyote Poetry]

It was a long time ago. I lost many to drugs and alcohol. Hard to stop people blinded. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Chloe..Across the Universe]

I you're very welcome I wish there was a way with drugs and alcohol to be taken out of our world

[mandy]

Coyote, very well written,,,,and words are never wasted. your words are very important. I have a friend who is addicted to booze and drugs, and he is suicidal. but he knows that he can always talk to me.. a good read, keep up the good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we must talk to our friends. Booze and drugs can lead to bad places and thoughts. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[BubblingMe]

I long for peace, somewhere I long for the dead, anyway, beautiful poem

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the many good comments. I do appreciate.

[BubblingMe]

okay ;-) no problem!

[Joiedevivre]

this is so heartbreaking Coyote, but you have done such a nice job of putting your feelings on paper, that I was happy to read them and understand something which I have never known. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I lost five brothers to drugs and suicide. Old Detroit is hard on the weak in heart and mind. I left Detroit in 1977 and I learn. Life can be okay. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Joiedevivre]

That is harsh, you must be a strong man. :)