My last stand will be in New York city.

Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.

      






















My last stand will be in New York City.

 
I want to go to New York City.
Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.
Whispering stories of things to come.
I wonder what he did to remember her in  her death?
 
My soul has become so dirty.
I feel I would fall into the old city.
Become like her.
Full of secrets and hidden desires.
 
The woman are colder.
Warmer if they decide to allow you in to see.
Their permanent scars and tarnish view on love.
Leave me wishing  to know all their mysteries and feel their hunger.
 
They dress in darkness.
I like my woman to wear black.
It make me aroused.
 
I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don't pity them.
I will tell  them my stories.
 
I would sit in dark bars.
listen to the night people.
Perhaps dance in the twisted dance of passion and lust. .
 
 
I will sit on a bench.
My words would become complete.
I would flow with the city.
I would become the voice of insanity.
Perhaps sanity?
 
I will find my place.
I will go to New York soon.
To find my  peace of mind.
 
                     Coyote
                  17 April 1994
 

Author's Note

A old poem. I was at my worst. Thank you for the Army. Sent me to sunny California to revive a life instead.
Coyote

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

This is an old poem? Heck, I don't believe. This is my favorite of yours now ;) Some raw emotions poured into words here. Depicts perfectly the inside of your mind. I don't think "Or my highway to hell?" fits in there. It'd be all the more better if you remove it. This is going into my favorites and I'm rating it 100!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Stunning. That you would dream of a place to find peace...New York City...where a weary and pained heart could find others who know the pain. Those who do not deny it...empathy....longing...answers. I can so relate to this feeling.

Love this especially:
"I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don't pity them.
I will tell them my stories."

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

an excellent old one Coyote. I enjoyed this.

[New Dawn]

Wow - what a fantastic poem though - I felt like I was down on the street with you roaming all the seedier bars. perhaps you were at a low but your poem reeks of authenticity - it is so open and honest. Loved it!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Sometimes we need to set ourselves free to release the demons that bind us to our own hell...You have written a very honest account of what can manifest within your heart. Through your experiences I can better understand my humanity. Thank you for sharing your story.

[BlueJay]

1994?! Yikes, that is ... Wow... This amazing for it to be THAT old... It's got truth, strength, sadness and even a little a bit of resentment. I feel so lucky to read the poems that you write about the soldier side... Especially since it's written from one.

[I Am Alexis]

Breathtaking! It really showcases that everyone has a different definition of comfort and I think you explain that excellently in this poem.

[Moriarty]

Perhaps it is the lows of life that bring out something amazing hidden in each of us...i cannot imagine the kind of life you have had, but i can see how amazing this work is...it lashes out at so much that just can't be changed...but there is hope in the end and a little consolation too...a heart wrenching piece...

[quinfinn]

interesting piece , filled with introspection and clouded outlook. nice work!

[.......]

This is amazing! So powerful
and wonderful. Felt kind of bluesy to me.
Enjoyed reading this.

[Thea Fuentebella]

the simplicity of this poem is very beautiful. it's honest...doesn't linger to other topics..it's just as it is. WOW