Drinking again..

December poetry number two...

Drinking again....

I use to like the daylight, I use to like the sun on my face. Somewhere in time, pretty things became less pretty. Conversation became, just useless words talking to no-one, who wants to listen.

Once I believe in the good things and now I love the dark things. Maybe love had killed me off, maybe war had made me cold. Maybe I was born alone and now I know. It is okay to know the silence and the taste of the Black Velvet whiskey.

I told the three-fingers of Black velvet. I loved love and love did not love me. I scribbled to paper.

"The torch of love, where she be?

Should I love or should I die?

Should I swim or should I drown?

Should I beg for more or accept less?

The torch of love need everlasting and

eternal desire to keep the flame alive."

Maybe we suppose to finds the lonely places, maybe we suppose to want less. Maybe the drink, maybe the song. Our last friend, we shall know.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dark days you speak of here Coyote, brought on by dark happenings. Our spirits can become crushed when we can't see the light. We may have to wait fir it, but eventually that glimmer may break through. Many have turned to drink when comfort is in short supply. Sad words here my friend.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris. I am good. Five grandchildren keep me smiling. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome Coyote. Have a good night.

[Shelley Warner]

I've always loved the blues and I like how this song inspires your poem. It asks good questions.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the blues too dear Shelley. I go to the Jazz clubs often. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[forevermore1218]

Fantastic piece my friend, the contemplation within the drunk's mind was riveting to read. I especially like the piece of music attached to the poem, the instrumental moments intensified the entire experience.
Well done,
Forevermore1218

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you forevermore. I appreciate the comment.

[tranquilspace]

In our darkest times we need someone to keep us company, whereas the worst and sometimes the only company we get in the darkest and harshest of times is liquor. Very sad and heartfelt words you penned down.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I appreciate the kind words.

[William Michael Reeves]

I hope you know you have more friends than that. I hope you didn't know the heat of war or love lost in some icy death. Excellent lack of structure. Felt like the rhythm of it built the structure.

[Coyote Poetry]

I followed my father life. Volunteered for war and I learn what he did. War doesn't create people. Just reborn hate into the children. Thank you William for reading and the comment.

[Marina]

The liquor is a fairweather friend that only tempts one into the darkness when our hearts are in despair, so always look upwards for that torch of love and never into the reflective pits at the bottom of a glass, for a torch shall always burn and shine unless doused by a liquid. I do agree that many of us tend to seek those lonely places in order to find our answers, though. Keep seeking the torch, my friend. It's a beacon of hope. Wishing you all the best for the festive season. 💛. Fine introspection and writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Marina. Just good Jazz making me write.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I believe every human being feels like an outcast of society at some point in their lives; they feel alone, ostracized, cast down and cast out. Perhaps they feel unwanted from birth. I remember there was no room at the inn for my Lord before He was born. I remember that lowly shepherds and animals were the first to recognize His glory. I remember how He was lied about, profaned, betrayed, tortured and crucified. If they did so to my Lord, then what is my suffering, my loneliness, my betrayal? Whiskey can't fill the void of an emptiness aching for love. Only love can do that. St. John said, "God is love." At least He is familiar with my plight and empathetic to my every pain; having suffered and endured the greater heartbreak. Everything is ours but nothing is ours to keep. The lesson there is that love is giving and not taking; it is often surviving but it is always hard work, responsibility and sacrifice. The greatest measure I believe is sacrifice; giving up those urges of selfishness and personal gain to obtain lasting peace and love. He who loves the most, sacrifices the most. The only evidence I have to offer is the cross. But for those that believe, it is more than enough.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian. Been a hard two month. I lost many great mentors. Just scribbling thoughts to ponder.