Who are you?

We must become old men. I wonder. Must old men give-up on their dreams?

Who are you?

I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are you?

1- A drink before the war, we shared.

Whiskey and a cold beer, our last place of memory.

We didn’t question what was coming.

We already missed what we could not hold no-more.

2- Work, work and more work.

Will money save us?

Once I wanted nothing.

Just my paid-off truck and to travel.

Once I loved to dance, once I loved to drink and laugh.

Now I see a stranger in the mirror.

I am loaded with s**t and I lost my soul.

I went to the ocean and I asked the Goddess of the sea.

Can dead men rise again?

3- She was imperfect and I told her.

I love your hazel eyes, I love your dangerous smile.

You are true beauty to my eyes.

She rolled her eyes and she whispered to me.

I don’t seek to be beautiful. Beauty is just myth and tale.

I seek the sea, I seek the heavy whiskey and I need people

who are not caged. Johnnie.

You are a soldier, imprison and forgotten.

You must become the dark poet who told the world to f**k-off.

Create beauty and seek the things. You need.

I told her, perfect and organized life.

It is very ugly. I love your imperfect life.

You love chaos and pleasure.

Please allow me to hang with you for a moment.

Maybe I can find my real face, maybe I can find my real voice?

4- She corrupted me with every word she said to me.

She told me of Big Sur, she told me of her wild days in Europe.

She told me. We need to be bare-a*s and find a quiet place near the sea.

We need the whisper of the sea, we need the whisper of the night to know freedom?

When we lose freedom of thoughts, when we lose freedom of choice.

What do we become?

I asked her. Dear Beatrice Marcella. Can a trained dog find the place of freedom again?

She came to me and she kissed me. She whispered to me.

You will be many people. You will change mind and thoughts often.

You must decide.

I asked her. Can a corrupt man know peace?

She kissed his face and she told him.

We create our prisons and we can create our escape.

Please John Coyote, escape and find the kind sea with me.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Hard to lose the Youth in our lives. Hard to get older and age. Realizations set in. We look back and realize, the good and the bad. We can write encyclopedias then. Experiences are great teachers. Now, it is your turn to pass the torch. Pass on the good one.
Excellent Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I agree my friend. We will be the teacher for a while. Then our students will become our teachers.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well articulated. You are welcome Coyote writing poetry.

[Dave]

The only youth we have now is in our memories. Looking back i see wondrous times, but only now realize just how wondrous they were. Wilde was ever so right, youth is wasted on the young. With enough reflection perhaps they can learn from it. Yo7r write is, to say the least, very thought provoking.

Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading and the comment. I agree my friend. We learn too late. We had what we needed and left the kindness.

[Sean M. Addams]

Awesome piece. Very deep and thought provoking. Overall this is impressive and definitely a must read. 100

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sean for reading and the comment. I appreciate.

[Marie]

What a very thought provoking write you have superbly crafted in this wonderful poem. You ask many questions, only some can be answered now, others as we get older and have experienced life more. I love the story you narrate about the Sea Goddess and her beautiful name is excellently chosen. Super use of metaphor and depiction is outstanding. Yes, youth is wonderful but as Oscar Wilde one said "It is wasted on the youth" because I guess we don't enjoy it enough while we have it. We long to be a certain age, but when we reach it we wonder where our youth went. It can be difficult for some to adjust to getting older and aging. We make memories along the way and they can bring joy or sadness, depending on what kind they are. I guess all we have is the present moment in time. The past is history, tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift that's why it's called the present. No human being is perfect, but each of us is perfectly imperfect. We are all born free yet we are everywhere in chains of our own making. We need to escape, cast off those chains, leave our self imposed prisons and live freely in light and always with love. We owe that to ourselves. I will be thinking of this poem long after I have read it, dear Coyote. Thank you for writing it and thank you for sharing it. Great write! I so enjoyed reading...

[Marie]

Ps/ I forgot to answer your question "Who Are You? I am a spirit having a human experience! I love the title of the poem, it really draws the reader in! Thank you again, dear poet...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Marie for reading and the wonderful comment. I do appreciate. We must make today our new best day.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear Coyote and yes, we must always make today our new best day ever. Thank you for sharing your very wise words with me, dear friend...

[Tumi]

"Dancing Coyote's" your verses are a raw, emotional, and deeply personal exploration of identity, freedom, and the human condition.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment. The Coyote is still dancing. Singing with the Jazz songs.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous. Powerful stuff.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Thomas. I appreciate the comment.

[Red Brick Keshner]

So the Sea beckons and by its shores our learning is baked in the sun!

[Coyote Poetry]

I need to be the sea and the sun upon me. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Red Brick Keshner]

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[Pryde Foltz]

Always a delight to read your work. Such a lovely tell here, Bravo.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pryde. I appreciate the comment.

[MsJewel]

I love your reference to the sea. I love the ocean, the dance of waves, the soft sound of seabirds and the beauty of the sun sparkling on the water. It is mystical, it is healing....dance like the waves my friend and I will dance along. :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie. Now I dance with the Great Lakes of Michigan. I need to create time to enjoy the beauty of the lakes near.

[Soren]

Beautiful words my friend. Finding ourselves is what we do when we grow old maybe not in years but in wisdom that wisdom lost when we last knew ourselves as children. Nature is where we find ourselves not in society with its traps and pulls and pushes for us to be something we are not. Nicely said my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

Easy to forget your face. Hard to find the old dreams. Thank you Soren for reading and the comment.