The word man.

Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return.

 

                            

Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California.  I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a book of poetry and wrote on the beaches and the nearby mountains. I met many word men and women. Many musicians and surfers hung with us. We had  a lot of beer and liquor.  Best days were in Big Surf. Sharing music and the word. Need more word men and women. Good to listen and learn. Leonard Cohen and Dylan are the first word men for me.  I found many more when I search into the past. Art, word and music is needed. Utopia was forgotten and lost with time. Beauty, song  and words is the last freedom we got.

The word man.

Old man of 36 years old. Drinking the tequila slow.

Young girl at his feet. Asked for a poem. “Please word man tell me a tale. Make me laugh. Make me forget. Allow be to find some peace and safety  in your word.”

He smile at the young girl. Told her. “Old man is tire. I said too much and no-one cared. Old world is falling apart. All I can do is watch and wait.”

The girl ponder the words. Told the man. ” When we forget the value of words. What is left? Words create hope and sadness. Words can create change and make people think. We need words in song and story. We need pictures of beauty. We can’t forget to know laughter and do what we can.”

The word man smiles. Told her. “We are, but peddles in a pond. That rarely moved.  No-one can do too much to change life. We are fools waiting for the end to know peace.”

The girl open her small journey. Told the word man. I wrote this for you.

Words were just whispers in the wind. My voice had become forgotten. All my dreams were stole away. I saw no greatness in my soul. I listen to a Poet at the Monterey Coffee house. Read his words strong and proud. Told us be strong and live life without fear. Test life and travel. Don’t allow the naysayers stop you from great dreams.

I believe you then and today I know the word man is inside the tire and drunk body.

I felt a tear roll down my face. I tossed the tequila to the sand. Told my young friend. Let go get some coffee and we can write some poetry together. Ain’t a good day to waste on useless things.

I turn and looked at her pretty young face. Kissed her forehead. I thank the young words girl. For showing me laying and waiting for nothing. Is useless.

Need people with dreams and hope. Too many people with great dreams are gone. Need more Artist, Musicians and writers. Must show the world we can know peace and calm.

War is not  the road to peace. Guns create fear and hate. Soldiers are not the tools of kind countries.

Love and kindness are the way. My favorite word man is gone. John Denver. He stated in a  song.

“War is man’s sin.”

Thank you for reading.

John castellenas/John Coyote

Author's Note

A old poem with old dreams.

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

This was touching. We need more great people. More kindness and brighter lights in a world where saviors messengers and miracles are only hummed in fairytales. John Denver's words are inspiring. How can I forget how he made me love 'sunshine' again through his song? Thank you for sharing.

-youoweyoupay

[Valentine]

I agree there are too many wars and it doesn't look like this world is ever going to realize that nothing is really gained by blowing up what they are trying to conquer..what is left of a blown up country..I hate war..I loved John Denver too..dang that airplane he was in..Kathie

[KAOlmsted]

Sometimes the word men are not men of their word, and therein lies the true tragedy; you need not worry about falling into that category, John...your words are always honest. Writing from the heart, the gut, the soul...those are the words that are worth reading. I see all three origins in this piece. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.

-kimmer

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The universe always knows when two people need each other, even if they don't... oh an I agree war is man's sin, at least his biggest.

[Sheila Kline]

You leave me in awe once again my friend!! Your stories of life as jam packed with wisdom and encouragement as to what is important to us - to mankind!! I absolutely love the way you have told this, and the pictures you have added just make it become even more alive!!
GREAT!!.....going in my favorite library!!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

War is hell and people who promote war are the ones who should go get shot at!
Put those damn politicians in a foxhole with an M16 and bullets whizzing by their heads and grenades blowing up all around them. I can guarantee the war mongers will become few and far between then. I wish I thought 36 was old...(laughing) I'll be 52 in a few more days. But I still don't feel old and I've got a lot of great words left in me. Be blessed my friend.

[Pax]

my friend, every time i read one of your poem or story i always felt the emotions dripping from the writers ink... full of beauty, hope, love, despair, realization and heartfelt words... the story here is much of an eye opener..
“Please word man tell me a tale. Make me laugh. Make me forget. Allow be to find some peace and safety in your word.”
~ a plea of grace and cuteness... this makes me realized that every words of a writer is a blessing and an escape to take us from the problems we face in life even just for one moment away from the loads in our backs... we all need a break...
"Need people with dreams and hope."
~ yes we need every artist with a heart and soul... to make the world a peaceful balance...

An eye opener story. @_@
Brilliant!

[Frieda P]

I have no words for your words....simply delightful read, and I adore Leonard Cohen...another excellent write.

[rnuff]

Wow deep and intriguing, I really enjoyed this.
I liked John Denver he was awesome.