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

[FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBle]

good poem. i really enjoyed it. extremely relevant to our time. people keep adding to the misery of the world by f*****g over one another for selfish desires. and many of us just drink and ignore the problems the world is facing. it's time to wake up. this poem was a good reminder of that to me, and reminded me that peace is not just a word or a hand gesture you flash for fun, but something accessible within all of us if we open up to it. thanks for the inspiration!

[Desert Dreamer]

I must agree, it is time for the quiet ones to speak up, it is time to stop being blind and denying the truth of what is happening in our world. Peace is possible as long as we hold the dream of it alive. Thank you for sharing your wonderful stories.

[Ruth]

I hear people say peace will never be...I disagree, it can be..the state of this world is not good, but there is more uprising of light happening.....this is a wonderful story and well told, you shine a light to all :) xoxo

[Tina Kline]

Peace is what the people want but those in power want war. A very sad reality. I really enjoyed your poem and share your dream of peace.

[Sagar Waingankar]

Beautiful piece of work brother! This comes out when we start understanding us and each one of us. If we have belief in ourselves, everything is possible. We are free to be anyone in our lifetime. We tie shackles to ourselves :P and later give excuses. You are strong with your vocabulary, wonderful use of right words! Praise your thoughts today and those 18 years before :-D Take care!

[Dark Empress]

I enjoyed this. Very well written. :)

[BabyBluee]

wow I love how in this poem you clearly began with a setting which then set the tone for the poem, I love that you can explain ur emotions and thoughts so well. when I read ur writing I feel as if Im reading from one of the classic writers...your writing is just incredible and you should have sooo much more recognition than just this site. Im honored that you chose to share ur writing with me, thank you Coyote

[KAREN]

Excellent job! The truth written in your poem should hit home to all readers. We live in a bad world where peace is hard to find. Maybe oneday peace will find us all!

[Calypso]

Of the once I drank tequila I felt the same way. As amazing as always!

[CHRIS ANDES]

thanks for the sharing...
...i was bombarded with a lot of ideas..