Sins of our father's.

We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.

  Father's eyes and anger
                       
 
  
Is my Father's eyes and anger.
Are they mine now?
 
I told you.
I love you.
I need you.
 
Love should bring calm and peace.
 
Violence.
A hidden demon.
Can strike without thought.
 
Sweet friend.
Kind lover.
Did you see the monster?
 
I tried to lock the demon up.
He tried to escape.
 
I must walk away for a moment.
Deep breathes and counting to ten.
 
My world is falling apart.
Like my Father's world did.
He took the bad road.
Pissed off and violence.
 
I will keep quiet.
Do my best to stay strong.
Ain't easy when your world is falling down around you.
 
We need kind words.
We need a lot of patience.
A lot of love and forgiveness.
 
I will pray to the God of life and death
Give me wisdom and strength.
 
                  Coyote
           7 Feb 1989



 
                        My Father
 
                
When I look into the mirror.
Do I see you my father?
 
Have I become what I despised all my life?
Have my eyes.
Your violence become mine?.
Everyday I learn more loss.
Loss of dreams.
Lost of desires.
 
Will I become like you?
Give up.
Show spirit only when I'm violence or excited?
 
Can I stop my journey to man-hood?
My eyes from hiding tears.
Gentleness.
 
Have I travel too far?
Is the blood too strong?
 
Am I destine to hurt everyone?
I have loved.
 
If I chose my own road.
Why do I follow my father sadness.
 
                        Coyote
                 27 April 1989
 
 

                 Sins of the fathers

My father fought in wars.
Killed in battle that expanded to the real world.

He was a Mexican/Ojibwa man with no place to go.
Hated for his color and race.

He demanded respect and never allow anyone to
look down at him.
His anger and violence controlled his mind and heart.

He told me. "You will get a education and make them respect you.
I won't allow you to live my life."

My father watched me succeed.
He told me often. "Don't allow my sins to become your sins.
I have killed, done bad things. You must overcome the sins of
your father."

Now I have lived a good life. "My father's sins made me go in the right
direction. Sins of our father's need to teach us a better way."

He asks me once. "Remember son. You must pray for me. Children must pray for
their parent to be allow to find peace."

I pray he is with his Soldier brother's in paradise. Drinking to a good day. I believe a kind God forgive the sins of men lost in the turmoil of hate and prejudice.

The sin of our father's must teach us the better road.

                            Coyote
                       5 Jan 2011
 
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Author's Note

Thank you reading. Any mistakes please assist. Never too old to learn.
Coyote

Reviews

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

Wow Coyote, this really has me speechless.

I've always had issues with my father but legally I cannot talk about that until my censorship ends in 2014. This really made me sit up and think about so many things.

Thank you ever so much for publishing this, very well written my friend :)

[Cynthia]

Oh, howt ouching it is! This three short poems actually reflects out a story! I agree, maybe you should make it to a book! It will be a good idea:) I will not seperate this thee if I am you, I think it is better to link it as a story! Nice written also, its powerful! Great Job!

[Michael Jarrell]

This made me cry. Well written and even more powerful with a real life picture there. Kudos

[Art]

Nice work...life is as repetitive as the days and nights...and yet we are the only way to change the future, if we leave the past where it belongs we can change more than just ourselves...

nice...

[Linear]

Three poems, and yet they were one, showing the inner turmoil that resides inside a man, to stand not run, to not only hold but fire a gun, violence and hatered are lovers entwined, the sins of the Fathers are so hard to unwind, yet peace will never be found in the barrel of a gun, or in a fist that shakes at the sun, meekness is strong and rage is weak and I could write on and on, but I wont, you must exercise the demons inside with control of ypur own

[sarah]

This is amazing! great work!

[KL]

The last poem is definitely my favourite. I'd reformat this so the photo is on top of all the text so it doesn't screw the presentation up. Your words are undeniably true, and I think with your wisdom you know as well as I do that we are not our parents... just genetic similarities... we carve our own personalities through our own experiences. These poems show your progression to attaining that wisdom. Very nice.

[KAREN]

All three poems was so emotional to read! I'm not very close to my father, but I do pray for him. Your poems hit home! Excellent write!!

These were all great, I could feel your frustration and sadness. I think in one or two places you meant to use violent, not violence, but otherwise they look really good. Enjoyed reading these, thank you.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I loved the set of of this! all three poems was written with love and feelings, anyone who reads them should be able to feel that. Often many of us see ourselves being like our parents, we most certainly can learn from their sins! Great Write

[Stacey]

I like the three poems together I think it shows how you've grown as a man from 1989 to 2011. It also points out the path you chose for your journey. I can relate to the questions we all ask ourselves and the prayers we send for peace and happiness of those we love. Even when they're gone...you never stop praying for them or to them of our hopes. Wonderful write Coyote!