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.

[Parul Sharma]

Wow! you are still writing here after so many years
You’re doing a great job! Hope you and your family are doing good.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Parul for reading and the comment. I must keep writing and reading my friend.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

The sea is very calm and bring a piece of peace to my soul. But whenever there's a storm it cleans all the negativity and after that the sun comes to shine.
Very well written and thought my friend.
Thanks for sharing it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Sarah for reading and the comment. I hope you are doing well and enjoying the days of September.

[red93]

We must be reborn every so often Coyote - we must keep pushing for the higher ground. Never Surrender. Excellent Work again my Friend ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. We must do one thing daily, we enjoy. Escape the cage when we can.

[Arundass TP]

You wrote sharp reality , very truthful. Excellent writing

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

well Mr. Coyote Man! your dark voice is certainly found in this one. i think the honesty is brutal .. the language plain and straight forward .. i think it's where those powerful feelings come from when i read. as always, sir; thanks for sharing!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Einstein. I am trying to write again. I am listening to the ancient tales. Oscar Wild and Hemingway awaking my mind.