Ancient floors

Ancient floors

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

                  

   



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





© 2012 Coyote Poetry


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Coyote Poetry
Finally a new poem. I hope you enjoy.

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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!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Your words alaways engraves a special mark in my heart!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Sounds very much like a sliders life. That I once was; and the exact same feelings passed through my mind many times. I still see this in the soldiers today that made "grunt life" their way of living, and as some did--a lonely grave.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Amazing poem, very wise words ... but still too young to agree xD (talking especially about the part of love and friendship), great pathos :)
Great job =D

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Dang. There are countless truths in this piece. My favorite though is the one summed up in the last line. Those who serve only themselves will be forgotten, leaving nothing worthwhile behind.

I love this.

-Caradoc

Posted 9 Years Ago


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You gather memories and future, balance them all in a powerful message, as always!
Your work carries the tone of recognition, a potent message, good to read you love, always is xoxo

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Very touching piece of work! Love the story this tells, brings hope to the readers!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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There is hope for humanity after all...
Very nice :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Too bad its so hard to learn from others sometimes. Wise words. This is a great poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I really enjoy your poetry and the stories behind them. they always take me on a journey and I feel as though I am right there. As always another wonderful write from an amazing writer!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Hello Coyote. A moving piece. For me, "Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart" moves me. Our impressions given and received to and from people are indelible. "The old man in the solitude of sand, watching the sea" - I can imagine each wave carrying emotions to the shore, the old man's heart reliving each one. A beautiful work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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