The blue eyed girl

The blue eyed girl

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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A old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free and mad. I wish I had some of the madness today.

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The blue eyed girl

"When you got nothing to lose.
Can't fall too far my friends."
I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey book store.

A blue eyed girl with hair of auburn stood her ground.
Told me. "Ain't over till the Devil open the door to hell for you."

She took my hand and we wandered to the wine and beer store.
Bought some good Canadian beer and  whiskey.
She was dressed in a long colorful summer dress. Allowing her tan shoulders
to be seen and appreciated.

She looked into my eyes and whispered. "The night is long. The star are bright. Time for two people to rewrite some history."

I laughed and held her hand tight as we walked to  Monterey Bay.
My mind was thinking.
"I want to be loved by the blue eyed girl.
Who gives me smiles and can make me laugh."

I listened to her stories. 21 years of life without fear. She spoke of escaping without her sanity many times. She told me. I wanted to test life and see what was real?

The blue eyes girl knew me. I read three times a week in the city of Monterey and Pacific Grove.. I liked drink and laughter. She knew my hunger wasn't to use her or run to another. I just wanted to wander with the blue eyed girl who danced by the light of the moon. Who could drink the whiskey and sing some song.

The blue eye girl lays in my arms. Told me. "Somebody must see the truth. The waste and the abuse. We must test the rules. Break down the barriers of lies that surround us. Don't listen to the hypocrites who cried in disappointment when the people found out the truth."

We drank and danced by the moon light. Ran the the empty beaches. We danced with the demons and the spirits needing our energy. We were not afraid for a moment.

I was told. Jesus would save me. Work till you die. Forget old dreams and focus on real life. I rather find alive spirits without no fear. Better to tell the world to f-off then fall down and beg.

We danced the dance of insanity. My blue eyes girl told me, "Time for some good living. Time for us to free climb every mountain we are near. Time for us to roll with the waves in the ocean. Time to find people not afraid of laughter and fun. Life is short. Better to trick the God's. Make them think we have no fear. Death will come. Better to run into hell then crawl into heaven."

The whiskey and beer cans we collected. Me and my blue eyed girl will wander to Big Surf. Daylight was coming. The powerful sun was rising from the east. I kissed and held my blue eyes girl. I made a secret wish for this time never to end. But I knew then.

Blues eyes girls and freedom are rare.


                          Coyote
                          1992




© 2012 Coyote Poetry


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Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
I found a old book I wrote wandering the coastline. A lot of memories and stories in the book. I hope you enjoy. Any mistakes please assist a old man. Never too old to learn.

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That's pretty amazing. And it's cool that you found those :)
Fredom is rare, an it is best to be a stubborn b*****d than eat dirt to please others. Let's run to Hell, instead of crawling to Heaven!
sounds like a chant the young and stupid would use to do stupid stuff XD



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Nice... I personally didn't have too much of emotion towards it but it was a good write!

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her blue eyes ignited your intensity; the perception of longing and release - what a sweet and tense muse through you

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It is a wonderful piece:)

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An interesting little vignette. You have an interesting style; I feel like I'm reading the words etched on the New World equivalent of papyrus reeds, a story about fleeting love, timeless, or something like that.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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You took me to Monterey Bay! It's as if I were a friend hanging out actually listening to the stories she had to tell. Good job. One thing, if I may- several places have "blue eyes girl" when I believe it is supposed to be "blue eyed girl". Am I correct? I'm sure it's just a result of typing fast. Hope you don't mind me pointing it out. :)

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Cute.
That is what came to mind (for me) :P
The words are sooooo impressive. The old advice it teaches us sometimes are mostly the ones we must caution. It makes us think twice and feel more to something we haven't notice. And if that doesn't make sense, I apologize >.< haha but great work.

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That sounds like an interesting person you're poems are easily swayed by love aren't they.

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your poetry is impeccable and a true delight to read

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Simply, and strong. I enjoyed reading this.

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I always love your poems. Filled with strong emotions. I feel like I feel what you feel when you wrote this. Extremely well done.

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