Blinded. But not dead yet.

Old poem. Same dreams.

                      















                        Blinded. But not dead yet.


        (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be
         able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good things and be
         a positive person. Children need their chance. Time for the quiet
         one's to speak their minds. Peace must began somewhere. Even
         if we do it one person at a time.)


                   I told the bartender.
                  " I don't believe in God.
                   I don't believe in the Devil."


                   "But please pour me a another double shot of the tequila.
                   Maybe I will find one damn reason to be alive."



                   In the paradise of the tequila.
                   Keeps me blind.
                   From what is surrounding my life.


                   A woman asked.
                   "Don't you want success? Happiness?"

                  I asked her?
                 "' What is success?
                  A fine house?
                  A house full of toys?
                  Fancy cars?
                  A woman who love the conveniences?"


                 "Will those successes get me into paradise?


                 I cut the lemon and limes into pieces.
                 Open a flesh bottle of the tequila.
                 

                  I watched the waves.
                  Dancing on the Monterey shore.
                  My peace.
                  My reward for a life.
                  For fulfilling everyone dreams.
                  But my own.


                  The tequila.
                  After a time.
                  Blind you from your disappointments and sadness.


                  A fine escape for the great bloody dreamer.


                  In sweet dreams.
                  I had it all.
                  Held  my lover till the morning light.
                  Drank sweet red wine.
                  Shared tender and long kisses.
                  Tender love and emotion was all that was needed.


                  I stood tall and unafraid..
                  I was young in heart.
                  I was not afraid of mistakes.


                 Now the world filled with hate and war.
                 Seeing a world falling apart.        
                 Now I try to blind my sad eyes.
                 From learning the truth.


                I toast to better days.
                Run down the beaches.
                Yelling and screaming names.
                Too long gone in a life.
                In a life that had been stalemated.


               The tequila finally bring peace and sleep.
               Only peace for a man.
               Buried in the rules of society.
               Based on money.


               I awoke.
               Tire and sore.
               Picks up my poetry book.  
               I begin to write.


               For the children.
               We must gather.
               Pray together for a peaceful day.
               Allow the misery and hate.
               To fate away.
               To a scary children fairy tale.
                

               Fool's wait for the end .


              " Us dreamer must enter the game.
               Must dance the dance.
               Fight the good fight.
               For the children of this world."


               Tell the leaders of the world.
               Wars must end.
               Hate and violence must stop.


              If we don't begin the new journey?


              Will a million dead bodies change our ways?
              A nuclear bomb drops on a area with a large population.
              Show us the nightmare of war.
                   And foolishness.

             Let pray for peace.
             Let stand together for peace in the streets everywhere.
             Demand a new world where all children are free to dream and live.

            Old words are the same today as 18 years ago. I don't drink the tequila
            no more. I do see a scary world for my kids and my grandchildren.


                        Coyote
                      6 July 1993

                  
                

Author's Note

People tell me peace is not possible. From 1977 -2001. Wars were few and the world was on the right road. These leaders who seek death before peace need to be retire.

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

You are a wonderful story teller my friend. Your writings are always very true to what the world is and how we exist with one another on this planet. And my friend, you are right on. Your wisdom and interpretations match what society deals and how many in this world live, view others, and you end with a life lesson which I feel if we all headed, the world we live in would be a better place. I can feel that you have lived throuh many devastating events and come away with a lesson and hope and that is the most wonderful gift. The gift of hope. When I read your work, I leave feeling I have learned, feeling lifted, feeling revived. Thank you for your outstanding writings. This one is again a magnificent gift to us.

100/100

[Crow]

I saw a story spoken from the heart as it unfolded through the imagery of your word, but the meaning touched my soul.

A wonderful dream, we need its meaning come to life before we all drown in this reality that is unfolding in the world today.

[Ursula Kay Vos]

Im afraid your words ring a bit too true. Hard to add to what you have said already.
Collette

[Chris Taylor]

A great story about happiness and peace. There is a fantastic underling message and I loved this piece very much.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I see that same scary world and I understand that my parents saw it too, as did theirs. It seems the world keeps getting darker and darker sometimes and you are right we have to fight the good fight, pray for our children and try our best to have world peace. Well done Coyote.

[Von Alis]

Beautiful, this poem is so true, and one day peace will come. I love this!

[Eric Cox]

Sorrow is easy to find in this world, I like your desire for peace, nicely penned, an excellent write.

[halflives]

Absolutely brilliant. I love the way that this is written, and the power hidden behind your words. Loved it.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most turbulent and honest telling of circumstance. Is peace possible, my darling boy, you know as much about this subject as any world leader. The nerves of thousands have become ominous to their surroundings now, that even I can't answer anymore. Again, your words demand the reader to think, and not only that feel your sense of passion about the world itself, well done, great read.

[Sunny Skye]

Very good this is so true.
I agree with InYrDreams. all your writting is true or has a message to tell and learn.
I always learn something from your writtings and that's good.
-Skye Blanco :)

[Abhishek Ramkissoon]

You should probably publish your writings so that people everywhere in the world could appreciate the deep thoughts that you express.
nicely put to pen my friend, loved all of it.
a very nice read, reflects great maturity and experience.