Spare me your stories and sleazy words.

Mistakes can be costly. Lessons are to teach us to be kind.

Spare me your stories and sleazy words.
                               (2 March 1986)
 










I awoke alone.
 
I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms.
 
In my sensuous and tranquil dreams.
 
I held  her nubile body and savior her sweet kisses.
 
 
 
I dreamed you whispered my name.
 
I felt you closing your eyes.
 
Your dreams opening up nights of splendor and a torrid love.
 
You awake with tarnished memories and you desire solitude.
 
 
 
I left you a early spring morning.
 
My icy words without remorse.
 
Left you with tears on your beautiful face.
 
 
 
You sit-up in your bed.
 
Realizing you were alone.
 
Tears falls for not understanding why someone who loved you.
 
Would tease with words of love and promise so much.
 
Then perish into the morning light.
 
 
 
Sometimes the villain learn too late.
 
He sacrificed paradise and lapsed into an oasis of s**t for not being kind.
 
 
 
Fool's ask for pardon.
 
Woman who swim in loneliness and self -pity.
 
Whispered. "What do you desire now?
 
You taught me hate.
 
You taught me loneliness.
 
Now I want mercy from you.
 
Leave me.
 
Spare me your stories and sleazy words."
 
 
 
I went to her. 
 
Touched her face.
 
Whisper I'm sorry.
 
 
 
Into the night.
 
A man with the hunger to touch everything.
 
 
 
Yearn for serene and splendor nights.
 
He has loved a angel once.
 
His hunger for new flesh left him empty.
 
He is shrouded in sadness for braking a woman's heart.
 
 
                         Coyote 
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A very old poem. In youth. We feel invincible till the pain of love break you down and show you the proper way to live and love.

Reviews

[futurepast.]

A wonderfully narrated story filled with emotions, and you drew the picture really well.. The image of breaking down in love and standing up to love again is clearly seen and the feelings the characters have can be felt. Enjoyable reading. Well done.

[KAREN]

Nicely done, filled with a good message, emotion and tender love. The reader can vision the story in their mind, well written and told!

[joshua deathdealer]

a very emotional write. beautiful. thanks for sharing.

[Priscilla Sayers]

A wonderful poem of regret. To ask for forgiveness is hard, yet to forgive such a betrayal is even more difficult. You capture the hurt inflicted here quite well, as well as the remorse of a man who after looking back sees his mistake was a huge one. It is risky business to toy with a heart. Once a person's heart has been ripped out they can be able to feel the pain they have inflicted upon another. Nicely done!

[Aidz]

AN oldie but a goodie Coyote... Women an love, twisted yet unable to escape

[Lily Mae]

You have to wonder about life and the journeys to self discovery that we're taken on. The people we hurt the ones we never did see while they saw us in eyes of love.. Where I am now in life.. I say all things for a reason and don't doubt the gift..but I can relate truly to the pain in this piece.. of wanting to go back in a sense to make things maybe not so much right.. but to spare pain.. xx

[Arielle Ann]

this was reflective...you never know the pain you cause to others until that same love causes you intense pain...only then you realize, only then you feel guilt,,,I am very familiar with this feeling; but disregard it resting the blame on the other..but inside I know I was wrong...thanks for sharing such a lovely piece!

[Warren L.G De Mills]

Sad, real to so many men in this world. Though I see some grammatical errors though. I was being a bit hard on you when reading it first but when I noticed you said it's from your youth I'll be a bit more lenient . This was a great story in poetry form. One that really hits home for a lot of men, and serves as a wake up call for others to remember to cherish who they have.

[Commander S.T]

I like how you used basic dialogue to tell a story of how this person doesnt want to hear your words but in the end you seem to push yourself away from that person. And being a student in High School i actually look for more writers who have been doing this for a long time and i am really looking forward to veiwing your other pieces.

[Ed Hart]

a great job brother, the poem and the stature