A re-write- Death will bring peace

Just words.

Death will bring peace.

 
A pretty and kind Angel sleeps alone.
She turned from love and accepted solitude.
In the darkness of lonely nights,
she wished for more hello and less goodbyes.

Old men sitting in the back of the corner bar.
Sober face man sat with friends drinking shots of whiskey.
Old timer Joe toast to a woman left alone so long ago.

 

“To you Jen. First kindness and prettiest lady I ever seen.”

Pretty Jen, who once  loved him, as her will to be alive.
She tells her lovers now,
all I have to give is flesh and bones now.
Her eyes empty and sad,
her hunger now is to feel a man inside her,
her last emotion.

Liars pay the Devil his due. Doesn’t matter who was right or wrong.
The lair of the storytellers and fool’s, is always filled with more sinners.

Old Joe told me. “Whiskey won’t take your sadness away.
Those damn memories come back and leave you empty
and wishing for some kind of peace.”

He took my hand and
he whispered. ” I broke an Angel heart and I don’t know who stayed and who left?

I left her for dead,
then my heart died too. Karma is a fair judge.
Fools who wasted love will die alone and be in hell forever.”

He smiled and slapped my back.
He told me. “It is Valentine day.
Go home to your wife.
Buy her flowers and tell her how much you need and love her.
Hell is too damn full already.”

He took my whiskey and he drank it.
He turned away, looking at his sad face in the tavern mirror.

A woman sat on her porch,
she dreamed she is young and beautiful again.
She wished on the first star.
Please tell Joe I forgive him and I hope he okay.

Old Joe died from too much whiskey in the Winter.
A few of us show up at his funeral and we said goodbye.
We knew he died of loneliness and a broken heart.

 

A solace woman sat with tears and
I sat with her.
I told her what Joe told us. He loved her till his last thoughts. She was his only sweetness.

He would be waiting in Purgatory for the one’s who wasted words and the gift of love.
She kissed my cheek and she walked into the street.

 

I left the funeral and I went  to my wife.
I told her, she is my will to be alive.
My only sweet dream.

Coyote
14 Feb 1998

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Neville]

I am so glad you re-posted these words John.. the memory of Jen and so many other crazily beautiful recollections need to be preserved, not only in your head and on these pages, but in the minds of others too.. Now that they are shared.. there is a greater chance of that happening... blessed are our memories.. they do help keep us young, tho we may well be getting older... a sad, moving but deeply beautiful write told in the way that only you can tell....... N

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment Neville.

[Neville]

it is always such a pleasure to meander through your words and pages... N

[Chris Shaw]

Such sadness in this story. Loneliness is such a curse and we should value the love that comes our way. We are a long time dead. Thank you Coyote. I always appreciate the lessons in your lines.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I knew many old soldiers. I was station at Fort Ord, California. Many die alone drinking and wishing to be in a better place. Thank you Chris for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

So sad about those soldiers., drinking, dying alone, nothing to live for. Warfare leaves people broken even if it doesn't kill them :(

[Coyote Poetry]

War catches up with you. I was out 10 years and two friend were killed in Iraq. Mess me up for many years. War isn't kind or sweet. Men must fight till they can't no-more. I pray we learn one day. Every life had value on the four corners of our earth.

[Chris Shaw]

Wisdom from someone who knows.

[Chris]

Some "just words" don't need correcting ...just hearing as they are.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. I appreciate the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, hell is "too damn full already"

and unfortunately as we age there are simply more goodbyes than hellos...it is a fact of life...

incredible write, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. I appreciate your comment my friend.

[Ana Papaya]

Coyote, so beautiful these words.
Very moving.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ana. I appreciate the comment my friend.