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

[Judy Ponceby]

A deep and thoughtful write. Reflecting on the tragedies of what war does to our world cannot be drowned by tequila, as you show all too clearly here. And I do feel the scary world lapping at my sons feet. It disturbs my heart. Well done Coyote as always. And though written sometime ago, it seems very timely indeed.

[The Analog Kid]

Coyote, before I die, I want to sit around a campfire with you and hear some of your experiences and wisdom:)

[savine allen aka breezy]

I like it - It was rite on piont with everything love it

[InkSlinger]

You are a great story teller.. whether in poem, prowse or spoke word.. you always bring the reader into the piece, and keep us entrenched with your view of the world.. Another solid effort..

[Morning Star]

First i want to say that this poem should be in a book
there is much wisdom in your words and i'm sure we all agreed
that all the wars have
caused alot of pain to many and cause alot of damage to our world
but i hope some day we can have peace
I Love this poem !
Hugssss :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Your work is much more that mere poetry. This poem has a therapeutic quality to it. The words here will help someone. You write with a healing energy.

[Aggie Skeleton]

Awesome, this poem has a story to it that it told me, kept me engaged through it despite all the distractions in my ADD brain. I remarkable feat I assure you.

[xxxxSweetDreamsxxxx]

This was truly amazing. :)

[Judas Hammer]

awesome. I like how you drew me in the first half and had me. I had to keep reading. I love the arc and the conclusion. This was a nice slow build full introspection and thought. I really like the conclusions. Great work. On a side not the Tequila will klll yah

[Pratik]

That was an excellent story. Its true when you say that wars have caused this irrevocable damage to world peace at large, the fraternity feeling, to our brotherhood.. But what I like about your poem is that it preaches that people shouldn't wait for the end, they should rise up and protest for all those leaders who advocate the use of war and violence to put an end to problems that can be more effectively solved through discussions and dialogue. the poem is built upon an universal concept but has its own unique style