We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.
Father's eyes and anger
Is my Father's eyes and anger. Are they mine now?
I told you. I love you. I need you.
Love should bring calm and peace.
Violence. A hidden demon. Can strike without thought.
Sweet friend. Kind lover. Did you see the monster?
I tried to lock the demon up. He tried to escape.
I must walk away for a moment. Deep breathes and counting to ten.
My world is falling apart. Like my Father's world did. He took the bad road. Pissed off and violence.
I will keep quiet. Do my best to stay strong. Ain't easy when your world is falling down around you.
We need kind words. We need a lot of patience. A lot of love and forgiveness.
I will pray to the God of life and death Give me wisdom and strength.
Coyote 7 Feb 1989
My Father
When I look into the mirror. Do I see you my father?
Have I become what I despised all my life? Have my eyes. Your violence become mine?. Everyday I learn more loss. Loss of dreams. Lost of desires.
Will I become like you? Give up. Show spirit only when I'm violence or excited?
Can I stop my journey to man-hood? My eyes from hiding tears. Gentleness.
Have I travel too far? Is the blood too strong?
Am I destine to hurt everyone? I have loved.
If I chose my own road. Why do I follow my father sadness.
Coyote 27 April 1989
Sins of the fathers
My father fought in wars. Killed in battle that expanded to the real world.
He was a Mexican/Ojibwa man with no place to go. Hated for his color and race.
He demanded respect and never allow anyone to look down at him. His anger and violence controlled his mind and heart.
He told me. "You will get a education and make them respect you. I won't allow you to live my life."
My father watched me succeed. He told me often. "Don't allow my sins to become your sins. I have killed, done bad things. You must overcome the sins of your father."
Now I have lived a good life. "My father's sins made me go in the right direction. Sins of our father's need to teach us a better way."
He asks me once. "Remember son. You must pray for me. Children must pray for their parent to be allow to find peace."
I pray he is with his Soldier brother's in paradise. Drinking to a good day. I believe a kind God forgive the sins of men lost in the turmoil of hate and prejudice.
The sin of our father's must teach us the better road.
I've always had issues with my father but legally I cannot talk about that until my censorship ends in 2014. This really made me sit up and think about so many things.
Thank you ever so much for publishing this, very well written my friend :)
All these are really good and very emotional. Sometimes it seems we become our parents and when we realize it we can fight to be different or be proud to be like them. It all depends on how they were. In the end we ought to learn from them, everyone has sometime to teach the next generation if the next generation wants to learn.
I really like these, we all have some characteristics from our partents, some good and some bad. We have to learn to control and not repeat the bad.
These poems seem to have great emotion in them. And I love that
Thanks for sharing with me as always Coyote
all three are beautiful! and i love the picture that you put with it. i love old family photos- i love wondering what kind of a story lies behind them. my favorite line i think would have to be in the first poem:
Love should bring calm and peace.
Violence.
A hidden demon.
Can strike without thought.
people don't often realize how much love can effect their lives if they let it. wonderful poems! thanks for posting!
this is brilliant! such strong emotions and descriptions, it's different to your other pieces, this is true "writing for yourself" it's so personal in a way, yet detached as if re-watching it play out in some hazy memory, I concur with the others! top marks!!
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My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
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