The water, the sky and the earth. The dreamer.A Chapter by Coyote PoetryDreams are the doorways to real life.The Water, the Sky and the Earth. Chapter nine Coyote dreamsA Chapter by Coyote Poetry With the journey into dreams. The real nightmares may appear. The dreamer can see the truth. Some truth is filled with death and terror. “You have driven me from the east to this place, and I have been “If a man step his feet into a lake. Create movement that will expand John Coyote got station at Fort Ord, Ca. The orders for Korea were canceled. He drove to Monterey in the Spring of 1976. He loved the coastline and he missed his new friends. He held many doubts about life and religion. He was born poor and wanted to allow the past to fade away. He arrived at his new unit. He made quick new friends. They loved to drink and raise hell. USA was falling apart. No jobs, a lot of people lost jobs and all their money in the economy going to s**t. Padget was from Maryland was his best friend. They would drive to Big Surf and drink every weekend. Raised hell and hung with the musicians, writers and surfers. Padget believed in no rules. He lived for the moment and tested life every chance he could. Coyote did not tell Little Wolf he wasn’t in Korea. He wanted to see what life could be. Padget, Coyote and three Soldiers went to Santa Cruz. A old country boy name Red from Virginia wanted to do the acid. Coyote volunteer to be the watcher. When you do dangerous drugs. Must have one person to maintain control. They met the contact on the beach boardwalk. A couple dollars a hit. Padget bought $80 worth. They go to the Santa Cruz beach. Padget, Red and Hanley took three hits and put them under their tongue. Coyote watched them. They were calm and peaceful till Red got up and ran for the sea. He was yelling. Death was here for him. Coyote saw nothing in the sea at first. Coyote and Hanley tried to hold Red from going into the cold night sea water. Coyote looked up and saw a man 40 feet into the water edge. Just standing there with a small guitar and singing. The man was well dressed. Like he was ready to play a concert somewhere. Coyote went to the man and he asked what do you want? The man answered the question with a a smile. I don’t want you. You are dirty with hate and ain’t done raising hell. You have a lot of time left, dreamer. You are special. Few people can live in hate and disappointment like you do. Coyote repeated the question. What do you want and who are you? The old man smiled and seemed to dance in the water. He touched Coyote shoulder and told him. The dreamer can’t see the Undertaker when he is standing in the front of you. I will forgive you today. You are young and I promise the next time you will know me. I like you my new friend, the Dreamer. I can’t have Red tonight. Tomorrow you can’t save him. I want to give you a gift. I will sing you a song. He begin to play the old small guitar and sing. “My love she speaks like silence. Without ideals or violence. She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful. Yes she’s true, like ice, like fire. Coyote heard Padget yelled. Get out of the water and he turned away from the man. When he turned back. The man was walked into the sea. He turned and he gave a big wide smile and he told him. I like you. I will answer one question for you. Any question you want to be answers. Coyote asked what is the purpose of life? The Undertaker answer. “F*****g”. Coyote went to his friends. He loaded them into his truck and they drove back to Fort Ord. in silence. He and Padget went to the Seaside beach alone. Padget asked what the old crazy man wanted? Coyote smiled and told him he was death. Wanted to take Red to hell. Padget laughed and told him you sure you didn’t take any acid? Coyote did not now why the Undertaker called him the dreamer? The crazy old Indians and now this crazy man of the sea told him. His dreams can come true. Padget handed him some small paper. Padget told him. Put then under your tongue and allow them to melt. Coyote put the acid into his mouth. Within minutes his vision was different. The ocean was larger and Padget was too loud. He started to walk to Monterey on the empty night beach. Coyote begin to see ghosts and hear the whispered of the sea. He sat down on some rocks. He fell into a quick sleep and begin to dream. He was walking alone and the city was quiet. He was back home in Detroit. He goes to his parent house. He goes into the bedroom of his parent house. He smell death. His mother and stepfather are dead. Have been dead for days. He make some coffee and read a old newspaper. Nuclear attacks in Asia and Africa in March 2000 have sent death to every corner of the world. The article stated all war had ended. World is trying to stop the death. The article stated death will be slow for the people away from the nuclear attack. The writer of the article stated. The lucky one’s died in seconds. Rest of world is dying slow and painful. Coyote looked up when he heard a voice. The Undertaker is across from him. Coyote asked do you want a coffee? The Undertaker smiled and told him a lot of sugar and creams please. He came back and gave the coffee to the old man. The old man told him thank you. Coyote asked is it my time? The undertaker smile. Yes it is. You did well for me. You had the gift of dreams and did not do nothing. You could of done something. You did nothing for fear of failure and disappointment. One man or woman can cause a wave of change. Your wasted words and no effort left me with a easy job taking the cattle to hell. Coyote awake from the yelling in his face of Padget. He asked where the f**k were you? Coyote is driving to Mexico. He believed maybe one person can create a wave of change. The Undertaker had gave him advice. Maybe the Undertaker need the people alive to have his purpose? 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Added on October 7, 2022 Last Updated on October 7, 2022 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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