The violence storms

Just words.

                                      The violence storms

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Whiskey didn't kill me and war befriended me.

Wounded heart that blood-out,

had nothing left to lose.

Pretty Poet told me in Monterey.

California sun, last blessing dear soldier.

You killed a thousand bottles of whiskey,

did you find peace?

Let's go to Big Sur,

drink the tequila with some limes,

forget who we were,

become what we suppose to be.

Sometime we must tell the world to f-off,

kiss the sky, dance with the sea,

find someone or some people,

wanting to be free of the s**t.

We need to open our eyes,

see the truth,

rich man world, see the poor,

just waste and garbage in their eyes.

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I put a 30-30 to my face once,

I didn't pray to Jesus, I didn't pray to the Devil.

The phone rang.

War was alive, wanted the prior service.

I put the 30-30 down.

I decided the Ojibwa death was better.

War couldn't kill me,

just taught me.

Living is harder than being dead.

The Army send me to California,

I became the dark Poet,

I wrote of beautiful faces and the darkness.

I went to San Francisco alone,

I found my Hotel California,

giant hotel for the travelers.

I bought 2 cases of beer and tequila/whiskey to the lobby.

I befriended many.

Pretty Spain girl told me.

Crazy man, slow down sweetie, taste the burn of whiskey, feel the heat of the tequila.

Life isn't seeking dead-end. Life is seeking new sweetness. Better to die free and holding

no regret. In the end. We learn, we don't need everything and she lay her head against me.

I brought her close and I thanks her.

She smile. Here at our Hotel California, payment for room is cheap, always someone to talk to.

All of us need a place to rest and sometime we cannot leave.

                                Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

We stay where we shouldnt and leave whete we should stay at times...,life is a mystery i guess well never understand but being tied to the ways of the world is a place i never want to be- each lesson opens new doors leads to wisdom- there is no such thing as nothing there is always something so giving in or up is not a choice going on to learn and grow is the only option- all things lead to balance somehow someshetd sometime- i guess🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kelly for reading. I believe we find our destine place. Life is the teacher and the director.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

We certainly do if we allow ourselves to be free and follow our intuition- be open to whats meant to be- all shall be well- and pleasure is mine all the time🌹

[Paul Bell]

The problem with war is, it interferes with day to day living.
You need to drink to get it out of your mind, then you need to sober up to get back to it.
We should all visit the hotel California.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Would be a nice place to gather mind or maybe get lost? Thank you Paul for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

related with the mix of song titles..you and Johnny Rivers..."going back to Big Sur, this time i might just stay"---
to the soldier, at least many of them...it is like getting out of prison, and then doing something to get back in because life on the outside doesn't work for them.
the whiskey must just temporarily help---but the bottle has its bottom...life has lots of those.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. Many good soldiers do struggle.

[Neville]

these words are absolutely captivating Coyote written in a way that is always so uniquely yours... got to be one of my favourites to date... go well my friend and write on.... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate your kind words.

[Neville]

and truly meant...