Arousing illusion

Arousing illusion

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need.

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                             Arousing illusion

Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.
The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.
Make us live and die in them.
Make us want things we cannot have and attempt dances with the devil.

The young Soldier saw a long legged beauty  dancing alone. Hair auburn hair moving with the song and she
gave him a smile of welcome. The old man smiled. She is pretty as a picture when booze and the song
is good. Many kinds of woman. Some want forever and some need to be aroused by music, drugs, sex
and the booze. Being aroused is just illusion create by the needs of things we should not have.

The Soldier asked. Is she dangerous? She is so beautiful and the more I watch her. The more I want her near. Old man laughed at the young man. It is okay brother. Realm of real life is worthless. Better to devout life. Just be careful. Sometime love isn't the reason. Flesh called for peace. The fresh is never content.  It is okay to dance in un-profound love. If you know the ending. The fall is less painful. All of us are condemn to the need of the woman. Hollow heart needs caress and the feel to be needed. Sometime seeking comfort and being kind is enough.

Pretty woman came and took the willing soldier away. Old man smiled. He remembered the dances and the arousing illusions of love. He raised his glass and thank the gods of the night for woman who don't want to hold you forever. Just want to be bounded by love beneath the lonely and cold Winter moon.

                               Coyote/John Castellenas




© 2014 Coyote Poetry


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Coyote Poetry
A new poem. I hope enjoy.

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The Soldier asked. Is she dangerous? She is so beautiful and the more I watch her. The more I want her near. Old man laughed at the young man. It is okay brother. Realm of real life is worthless. Better to devout life. Just be careful. Sometime love isn't the reason. Fresh called for peace. The fresh is never content. It is okay to dance in un-profound love. If you know the ending. The fall is less painful. All of us are condemn to the need of the woman. Hollow heart needs caress and the feel to be needed. Sometime seeking comfort and being kind is enough.

A beautiful woman can become an icon … symbol for all sorts of things … a beacon for the night or for life … but what goes on behind those long-lashed eyes. A profound write here, Coyote.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Pryde Foltz

10 Years Ago

Never been … but hope to:)
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Best New Year party is Austin, Texas. Everybody is happy and no problems to be found.
Pryde Foltz

10 Years Ago

I have heard that Austin is the place to be:)



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a profound write of needs and wants and how they might vary differently with the passage of time,

a well crafted tale with a great message within...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Fran. I like my Texas poetry. I wrote my best tavern poetry roaming highway 35.
How beautiful to love the cold air underneath the moon. I imagine I love a man and that he loves me, and pretend to myself he wants to find me again. But it is only in dreams of fatalism not without God, because still my love of the night air, met by cold wintery chill is still met with loving memories of family, which I loved to my own chagrin and embarrassment. Not the love of just nostalgia, but the love of a safe, warm place where the lights shine through the windows across the dim silent outside night world; and inside, the old woman makes a current pie; in my remembrance she is taking a blueberry pie out of the oven and I had only ever had that once... My poor child, what will his fate be? Will he be as lonely? Will he remember his family fondly someday many years from now? Who is the man in my life? And if there isn't one, what does it mean?

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Your words had the feel of story and memory. Sometime we don't have much. We accept less. Better to .. read more
The Soldier asked. Is she dangerous? She is so beautiful and the more I watch her. The more I want her near. Old man laughed at the young man. It is okay brother. Realm of real life is worthless. Better to devout life. Just be careful. Sometime love isn't the reason. Fresh called for peace. The fresh is never content. It is okay to dance in un-profound love. If you know the ending. The fall is less painful. All of us are condemn to the need of the woman. Hollow heart needs caress and the feel to be needed. Sometime seeking comfort and being kind is enough.

A beautiful woman can become an icon … symbol for all sorts of things … a beacon for the night or for life … but what goes on behind those long-lashed eyes. A profound write here, Coyote.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Pryde Foltz

10 Years Ago

Never been … but hope to:)
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Best New Year party is Austin, Texas. Everybody is happy and no problems to be found.
Pryde Foltz

10 Years Ago

I have heard that Austin is the place to be:)
i like the imagery in this..i also thought the message in this was interesting and well done throughout this piece.. great job..

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Thank you Sean. Old memories and poetry rolled into this one.
Sean M. Addams

10 Years Ago

your welcome

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