Blinded. But not dead yet.

Blinded. But not dead yet.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Old poem. Same dreams.

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                        Blinded. But not dead yet.


        (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be
         able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good things and be
         a positive person. Children need their chance. Time for the quiet
         one's to speak their minds. Peace must began somewhere. Even
         if we do it one person at a time.)


                   I told the bartender.
                  " I don't believe in God.
                   I don't believe in the Devil."


                   "But please pour me a another double shot of the tequila.
                   Maybe I will find one damn reason to be alive."



                   In the paradise of the tequila.
                   Keeps me blind.
                   From what is surrounding my life.


                   A woman asked.
                   "Don't you want success? Happiness?"

                  I asked her?
                 "' What is success?
                  A fine house?
                  A house full of toys?
                  Fancy cars?
                  A woman who love the conveniences?"


                 "Will those successes get me into paradise?


                 I cut the lemon and limes into pieces.
                 Open a flesh bottle of the tequila.
                 

                  I watched the waves.
                  Dancing on the Monterey shore.
                  My peace.
                  My reward for a life.
                  For fulfilling everyone dreams.
                  But my own.


                  The tequila.
                  After a time.
                  Blind you from your disappointments and sadness.


                  A fine escape for the great bloody dreamer.


                  In sweet dreams.
                  I had it all.
                  Held  my lover till the morning light.
                  Drank sweet red wine.
                  Shared tender and long kisses.
                  Tender love and emotion was all that was needed.


                  I stood tall and unafraid..
                  I was young in heart.
                  I was not afraid of mistakes.


                 Now the world filled with hate and war.
                 Seeing a world falling apart.        
                 Now I try to blind my sad eyes.
                 From learning the truth.


                I toast to better days.
                Run down the beaches.
                Yelling and screaming names.
                Too long gone in a life.
                In a life that had been stalemated.


               The tequila finally bring peace and sleep.
               Only peace for a man.
               Buried in the rules of society.
               Based on money.


               I awoke.
               Tire and sore.
               Picks up my poetry book.  
               I begin to write.


               For the children.
               We must gather.
               Pray together for a peaceful day.
               Allow the misery and hate.
               To fate away.
               To a scary children fairy tale.
                

               Fool's wait for the end .


              " Us dreamer must enter the game.
               Must dance the dance.
               Fight the good fight.
               For the children of this world."


               Tell the leaders of the world.
               Wars must end.
               Hate and violence must stop.


              If we don't begin the new journey?


              Will a million dead bodies change our ways?
              A nuclear bomb drops on a area with a large population.
              Show us the nightmare of war.
                   And foolishness.

             Let pray for peace.
             Let stand together for peace in the streets everywhere.
             Demand a new world where all children are free to dream and live.

            Old words are the same today as 18 years ago. I don't drink the tequila
            no more. I do see a scary world for my kids and my grandchildren.


                        Coyote
                      6 July 1993

                  
                

© 2011 Coyote Poetry



Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
People tell me peace is not possible. From 1977 -2001. Wars were few and the world was on the right road. These leaders who seek death before peace need to be retire.

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You are a wonderful story teller my friend. Your writings are always very true to what the world is and how we exist with one another on this planet. And my friend, you are right on. Your wisdom and interpretations match what society deals and how many in this world live, view others, and you end with a life lesson which I feel if we all headed, the world we live in would be a better place. I can feel that you have lived throuh many devastating events and come away with a lesson and hope and that is the most wonderful gift. The gift of hope. When I read your work, I leave feeling I have learned, feeling lifted, feeling revived. Thank you for your outstanding writings. This one is again a magnificent gift to us.

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Sadly the human race is entirely corrupt. As ever, I am amazed by your wise words and romanticism.

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Love it.

~ Scandalous

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Love it.

~ Scandalous

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You don't need the Tequilla you got all the memories if you can remember after the tequila.There is no way to secure the future for our children just help secure their afterlife 18 yrs ago you would have never believed it would end up like this

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you are just too much for eyes. you give so much to the reader that is just beyond poetry you give life and it is so refreshing....

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I beleive peace is possible ! It's just a long road to get there. I liked the part where you started pondering what exacly, "Success" is . Thanks for sharing ! (:

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I loved the message of peace in this poem, I think you are the best at writing poems with a message. There is some word play in here as well that is fantastic.

The tequila finally bring peace and sleep.
Only peace for a man.
Buried in the rules of society.
Based on money.


I awoke.
Tire and sore.
Picks up my poetry book.
I begin to write.
Wow, just there alone you could have a substantial poem, in and of itself. Nice job, look foward to reading more.



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Such a descriptive piece of amazing writing. It pains me every time someone writes or mentions how the worlds is rapidly falling apart at the hinges; because the fact is, that it is so true. Even in my few years of teenagehood and manhood, i have seen the generational standard of life and respect, drop immensely, to the degree that in my opinion, a turnpoint must be reached soon before we are nothing more than the mammals from the stone age.

Excellent, yet sad, piece of writing. well done.

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good to see you here John....and your work always makes such important statements!

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So true Coyote, loved the story and the meaning behind it.
I really like how your writings/stories always seem to coinside with what is going on in the world/life engaging.
Thanks for sharing with us

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