Ancient floors

                  

   



Ancient floors

In the mirrors of time.
Old windows may never be closed.

Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.
The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind and beautiful faces.

Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart.
Easy to languish in stagnant thoughts when peace is cold beer, lust and waiting for mercy.

No mercy for men who played the b*****d too damn well.
Men who live with graveyard poetry.
That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust.
Their words become more worthless with time.
No sweet lullaby can save them.

Vintage memories of sweet whispers leave a morbid reminder.
Of broken roads and promises.
Old man sit on the solitude of the sand.
Watching the sea.

Knowing no forgiveness or charity for a man who left a blood trail of kind and loving people.
The bells are ringing in the distance.
They are ringing the bells to announce. There is forgiveness even for the men drowning
in sin and his own greed.

I try to escape the song of bells.
Run to the hills where I can find silence and calm.
Fall into the field of lilies and violets.
I'm weary from a journey with no ending.

I look to the sky.
Asked the Goddess of the Earth.
To show me the place I need to be.

Tire and mad as hell.
I walk ancient floors.
Trying to find the place I turn berserker to love and kindness.

I go toward the ringing bells.
I walk to the statue in the center of the church court.
A man reaching to a child.
The words read. " No greater gift than reaching down to a child and giving them hope and strength."

It is a beautiful day today.
The sun is shining.
I can smell the coffee in the distance.
The old street Poet will drink coffee and write a lullaby about a man who wasted all things.

He awoke alone to find out. No person want to die alone.
Come a time.
When you cannot run any more.

A man must learn to cherish friendship and love. A man who served self only: booze and woman:
War and government  will be forgotten and leave nothing but a lonely grave.

                                    Coyote
                                 2012

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Why did I read this? Down in the right hand corner where the WC posts "related writing" on the page that has my poem "Jail Bait" this piece pops up along with three others that I wrote. How this poem is related to "Jail Bait" I have no clue but I'm glad it is cause I might have missed Ancient Floors. Out f*****g standing work Coyote!

[That_Girl]

Quite enjoyable. There are a few spelling/grammatical errors but nothing too major. Liked this a lot! :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

wow...i like the combination of deep thoughts and wonderful imagery

[Seanne Tholltree]

i liked this poem of yours,,i must shelve this,,

[kayla]

This is really great. I loved it(:

[darkness*star1985]

i really did in enjoy this write, because you are very talent man, good work as always

[Destinyxi]

Very nice imagery, keep it up!

[marytownsend]

You have the ability to paint pictures with your words, its a rare gift! Beautiful story told here with the shadow of sadness we all seem to carry.

[allie_arrowz]

beautiful. you paint such pretty pictures for the reader

[Carrie]

I love the story the poem tells and the places you take us to while reading it. Great work!

[Poe Redd]

"No mercy for men who played the b*****d too damn well.
Men who live with graveyard poetry.
That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust.
Their words become more worthless with time.
No sweet lullaby can save them."
-my favorite stanza 'cause it reflects how i feel. I may not review often but, oh! how I love your honest poetry! Each a piece of your heart, yes? and how fortunate we all are to be reading it. Thank YOU Coyote, for writing such breathtaking stuff!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for your kind words. I don't write like I want to. I have three books I must complete. Writing need time and places to think.