The Damns and the foolish

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The Damns and the Foolish

 
  The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sat together in a oasis of gin and whiskey.
 
  Talk of torrid and tarnished love leave us in the sacrament state of loneliness.
 
  I have joined  the group of the damns and foolish many month ago. Protection of the long Island ice teas leave you safe.

 One quiet and lonely summer night. A Blue Eyes temptress seduced me with offer of warm kisses and splendor of passion.
 
  She left me with a sweet whiskey kisses and a long embrace. She whisper" Never love a woman with her emotion and heart dead and buried."
 
  When I met her at a poetry reading. She worn a talon of a dead animal.
 
  Her icy and impotent blue eyes left me in a lapse of a placid and upcoming pitfalls.
 
She told me I was handsome. She whispered" I  want a savior."
 
Her sultry and preordain lies and stories open up a un-easy and disturbing paradox.
 
  That she slowly open the door to my heart and led me into a wishful and tranquil will to love her.
 
  Her flowing red hair and long legs intrigue me to try to tame her. To create a union of two torrid souls.
 
She told me" I'm permanent scars and tarnished." Her tattoos body was a map of her journey. She looks to the moon and sky. Whisper " Pardon me  for not allowing anyone to perpetrate my  harden soul."
 
  I told her. "In the solitude of a vortex. We need to expose our soul and dreams."
 
Her eyes burned me with anger. She yelled " I'm shrouded in hate.
Never will risk shades of love to open my heart to love again."
 
  I accepted her. Learning every part of her beautiful body. Listen to the story of every tattoo on her perfect and beautiful body.
 
  I never exposed my true feelings to her.
 
  We danced in a raw, risky and a salvage love. We scheme great journeys and dreams of great victories.
 
  On a cold Winter morning. She whisper " I must depart." She was leaving in the morning sun.
 
  I told her. I knew the prelude to the story.
 
  I bring her closer. I whisper" I will be here for you when you become lost.  And need the mercy of a friend."
 
  Now I sit with the men and woman at the local Tavern.
 
  I describe a portrait of a wounded Angel.
 
                                Coyote
                                 March 2009
 

Author's Note

Good days when in Austin, Texas was my place to relax and enjoy life.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Amazing what goes in certain kinds of bars anywhere and everywhere, they're like the hearth of a wonderfully warm fire .. and there you were warming your hands with and on your blue eyed, long legged angel.

This story is like a myth .. one you'd repeat in the early hours of the morning after a few rounds of drinks .. you'd close your eyes and dream awake, remembering how she near broke your heart but you swore to be there for her if she ever passed that way again.

I love the way you use English, it's a real language in your hands, shows your indentity and should always read the way it does.

A lovely piece of prose poetry, John ..

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a beautiful poem of misplaced love. The love the few lines of the poem for they let the reader know that he knew someday she would leave. It isn't terribly heartbreaking but a little. I love this whole story as it unfolds. Caught my attention from the first line and held it to the end.

[Cynthia]

Nice!
Great job!
It makes me ask myself which place I enjoy most......

[?]

I love those long island teas, my fav
Love this line:
I whisper" I will be here for you when you become lost. And need the mercy of a friend."
What a story, wow, I agree, was it love or lust. lol
Good job, loved reading,

[Tina Kline]

Nice job on telling this tale of a place to go where you can remember past adventures. It would be nice to have a place like that to go to.

[Lovely Lady]

Tell it to me again, and again. Then tell me another one. I want to know stories of tattoos.....
~♥~

[china]

Everyone needs someone to listen to them. Cheers to all the bar keeps and patrons at the local bars who lend a listening ear. Thumbs up on this write, I like it.

[Joy]

Felt like a contradiction of emotions - from the rough and beaten to the innocent and angelic. Was it love or just lust? Love the imagery in the lines. Very descriptive. Nice work :)

[Ed Hart]

she moves around; i'm sure i met her once in florida, but i didn't have any good people to drink with...

[Dark Angel]

Awww, that's beautiful! If only it had a happy ending. But that's the way of life. To live and let live.

[Cherry Blossom]

I like it everyone need a place to go to