Hold on tightly baby

Just words.

                       Hold on tightly baby

You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You and I drank till we could not. Pretty hazel eyes woman asked me. Who are you? Are you a killer my soldier? Are you a dancer my love? Are you the devil my sweetie? Are you my cure or my ailment my wild man?

I brought her close and I whispered.
"I have been a hard mother-f*****g drinker.
I have been a dancer.
I have played the fool and I played the taker.
I have been the devil and I have been a angel.
I have known love and I have known hate.
I have harmed people and I have saved people.
I have danced with the devil often and I have found god.
I haven't found peace yet and I don't bleed no-more.
Old regret and strong whiskey keep me grounded."

She smiled and she kissed my neck. She whispered.
"Big storm a-coming.
There will time for peace and time for war.
There will be time for forgiveness and time for revenge.
Our world is built-on quicksand.
Devil is laughing at men.
The dumb-asses leaders of our world loving hate and war.
You and I.
We need to dance the devil midnight dance.
Men have been born sick. Wanting war over peace.
Hate over love.
Tonight me and you will hold on tightly baby.
We are just bystanders waiting for the deadly end.
Poor world will die without a sound.
Old world will have a silence death.
Let's us drink and dance till we cannot no-more.
My sweetie. Our black hearts can't see the hope in the men of war.
Because men of war don't seek peace"



I kissed her lips and I stood away from her. I looked at her. I loved her long black dress and bright red lips. I told her. You are right my sweet-heart. The night is long and the big storms are a-coming. Tonight you are my Texas hurricane and you and I. We will ride out the storms and maybe. Maybe we will rebirth with the morning sun. Maybe the dead can know some kind of hope?

                             John Castellenas/Coyote









                       

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

The world does stink sometimes. Sometimes we need an escape, to dance, to drink, to be with someone you love. Hopefully, when you wake up the next morning, praying you don't have a massive hangover, things will look a little brighter.
This was very intense and well worded. Loved it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for read and he comment. I do appreciate.

[Ana Papaya]

really enjoyed this, and i liked seeing some of your edginess come out. very sensual and exciting

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ana. Good to dance on the edge.

[Ana Papaya]

yes, indeed. :)

[Maria]

Extraordinary! and very intense. Loved this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Maria. I appreciate the comment.

[Maria]

You are welcomed.

[Paul Bell]

You paint a great picture here.
Who the hell needs war when a beautiful woman has blown into your lap.
Hurricanes are like true lust. Explosive and needing, yet seemingly never ending.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Paul. Good to dance with a hurricane or two. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Dave]

John - you show a world of contrasts and so many of them are true. Indeed it seems that our world is made of quicksand and the devil is laughing at men.
I like reading your writes.
Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave. I was station at Fort Hood, Texas for six years. I learn to Texas two-step and I learn people were kind and generous.

[Dave]

John - I'm sorry if earlier on I misunderstood your feelings toward Texas. More and more it's obvious that you love it very much.

I hadn't seen you here for a while and I'm glad I got this from you. I don't know how old you are, but I'm 76. When people tell me they are ailing and then I don't hear from them in a while I get very worried. That is what I was referring too earlier today.
Take care - Dave

[OneAmongstMany]

This is some incredible writing, I loved every single line. Your style and rhythm is so unique and so entrancing. Thank you for sharing this.

"You were the bloody storm my lover" - almost gives me goosebumps!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Tonight you are my Texas hurricane...Maybe we will rebirth with the morning sun."- roughly raw, passionate, heart-breakingly tender words and brilliantly Epic Poem penned by the Master Storyteller. Filled with slow music, taste of whiskey, visions of lace and leather....Love is all we need. Magnificent.
Love absolves sins and heals scars.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annette. I spend six New years eves on fifth street in Austin. Everyone need a night in Austin.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are so welcome and I am honored to be able to read your poetry. I so envy you those nights Coyote!