The blue eyed girl

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 I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry.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.

             













           










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

Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[Hachamecha]

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

[AK]

That was beautiful! As lovely as all your heart touching poems, Mr.Coyote!

And well...it's merely a typing error, but I thought I'll point it out just in case you want to know-in the third line of the fifth stanza, you say 'I want to be loved by the blue "yes" girl'. I think it is 'eyes' or 'eyed' instead of 'yes'.
Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem!
Akanksha

[V]

I love this story-telling you always do :) kind of sucks the reader into a different world. I like the vague, novel-style of this poem. and very good ending. just a simple sentence evoking so many feelings.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A very strong poem, details magnificent and
wow to the blue eyed girl hehe

[Warren L.G De Mills]

This made for a great read. Though I wouldn't call it a poem though, spoken word possibly? or a strangely written essay? Whatever it is it was interesting to read. Thanks for sharing this

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

another nice story!
:)

[FelicityAllona]

i envy this blue eyed girl of yours...she's so strong ^^
hope i can meet someone like her..

about this piece..this is so good to read..well-organized thoughts :)

thumps up :)

nice nice nice

excellent :)