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

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Raw and honest piece!
I like this one.

[biggerthenu]

your right this war it can be by the renewing of our minds and this wisdom comes down from the most HIGH GOD

[Dahlia Phoenix]

"In sweet dream
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."

Many generations ago, the evolution of violence has incremented leaving many questions lingering in the air. When you drink tequila, it makes things easier to cope with but in reality, its too painful to watch all these things happen at the same time. Its painful to see how people think that destroying others, they gain success. Success comes from an initiative to bring peace and logic reasoning. This is a strong poem with deep connections to flashbacks and reveals what comes now. Good write.

[taylorrose]

wow i am speechless

[A Risen Heroine.]

What a wonderful poem...
So true...
Deep thoughts my friend :)
Very well done!

~A Fallen Heroine~

[Kenneth The Poet]

The message never changes, the ideal for peace that is. I love the stream of consciousness here, the short punch of every sentence. It's like a shot of whiskey, meant to numb you from the ill effects of the word. And yet it doesn't, much like this poem does. This is sharp stuff, Coyote.

[Kaylor Mason]

I agree with your author's note, and I agree with this poem. Sadly enough, I don't know if this world has changed much at all--or if it ever will. But we can only pray, and hope, and keep trying; what else can we do?

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Awesome poem, the deep thoughts and anlaysis of which is magnificent....we all reach cross-roads day in day out, from minor choices to life changing choice and it's upt each and every person to make use of thier own free will and make judgements as to what is right and wrong. Thanks for this amazing poem :)

[YouoweYoupay]

Will those successes get me into paradise?" The man says that although he does not believe in God. The man is in an inner struggle, one part torn towards alcohol and sunset shores, while another part is torn towards reality and a strong sense of justice and the existance of a deity.

"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."

Such a powerful line for an ending! It made the hairs on my skin stand. I live in a strong country with high forts, but when I look at the young new generation, I see weakness and submission to desires rather than devotion to family and values. I too am scared that one day, these high walls will be invaded and wrecked. Like the writers before said before, you are a wonderful storyteller with a live positive spirit and great concern for the world. I enjoyed your piece very much. It provoked many many thoughts. Thank you.

[trainwreck]

This was simply lovely. The imagery you captured was both sweet and tragic. Great job once again.