Winding road

Just words and great song

                                  Winding road

Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where.

Just keeping above the deep waters of life.

Once I was hell and turmoil, now I'm old words, old memories and wasted days and nights.

When my eyes were young, I thought the devil was chasing me. Now I know. Wasn't the devil. Just me

giving-in and giving-up real face and allowed my dreams to falter.

Now the winding road is calling me.

"Johnnie, Johnnie

Where you at?

where you been?

You are not dead yet.

Mark your place or be forgotten.

Engrave something into the mountain.

Write a note into the sand, tell the world.

I had lived and I ain't dead yet.

The winding road is always near.

You can stay or you can go?

Men who dwell in self-made prisons.

They learn too late.

Dead is dead.

The dead can't move no-more."

I learn the parable of life is simple. Do something or do nothing. Love something  or love nothing, be brave or accept death with open arms. When we meet the Devil or God. He will ask us. What did you do my friend? What will we answer?

Today Johnnie is dancing alone. Dancing Coyote is seeing the open road and the winding road calling him. Devil or sin, heaven or proper place. Decide? Love or hate? Dance or observe? Walk or run? Are we fishermen or the fish?  Are we the hunter or are we the prey? Live my friend. Don't accept the easy road and easy dreams. Fight the good fight and find your proper place. 

Johnnie is looking for the sea, a pretty and kind woman to whisper to him. We will be alright. No more time for seeking dead ends and believing broken words and promises. The winding road will take us everywhere, this is our place. Everywhere.

                      Johnnie/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Papaya]

So many twists and turns in the road.
Joy and pain along the way.
But each experience carries meaning.
Your writing is often an emotional journey.
I enjoy it always.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ana. I appreciate the comment.

[Anish Gowda]

Glad to have such wonderful writers like you around. Wonderful poetry... Beautiful..
I wish I could write so well. Beautiful. Lot to learn 😊😊

[Coyote Poetry]

You are very kind and I appreciate the comment. Writing is a never-ending lesson to be better.

[Ted Kniffen]

Well, John, as our old friend Dylan Thomas said 'do not go gentle into that good night'. Make a noise...be a s**t disturber...let it be known you were here!

A good write my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ted for reading and the comment. Dylan Thomas as right.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, those self-made prisons can be the death of us for sure.
at least the death of our hearts.
and yes, great song by one of the best singer/songwriter/ guitarists...
thanks for sharing your words, my friend. And your strong emotions.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob for reading and your words. I do appreciate.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Amazing words and so true- don’t accept easy road.. fight the good fight- Words you know so well- everywhere Johnny everywhere- that’s where freedom lies..wonderfully said- I’ll drink to that🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

I knew you would like this one dear Kelly. maybe not everything, at least some more than less.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

More is less and less is more- work well done- like always- can’t teach an old dogs new tricks- but he can learn-🌹