A dance with Death.

A dance with Death.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.

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A dance with Death.


















      (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways.
        Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman
         change my direction. Spirits with wise advice do warn us that we
         control our destiny. I'm a historian and believe if we open our hearts
         and mind. We can have a good life. Death is always close. Must forgive the sins
         against you and your sins done in our life. A wise man/woman learn to move
         on and is thankful for one more day to celebrate being alive.) 




I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern.
Drinking shots of whiskey and a lot of beer.
Wishing to be somewhere else.


I was trying to erase my memory.
No cure for a beautiful face.
Hard to erase desire to feel and hold a woman that is gone.


I knew I made the fatal decision when I allowed
her into my home.


Her beauty enticed my hunger to dance in the lust
 and passion of her desire to be held and used.
Trying to satisfy a hunger that increases with every touch.


She came to me with grief and tears.
I consoled you and manifested a illogical elicit
dream we could co-habit a space and a time.


In the mist of passion and desire.
Our two heart entwined in the discovery of the secrets
only known to the lights of the burning candles.


Sweet words of Leonard Cohen plays behind us.
I spoke words of love.
She spoke works of thankfulness.


Sweet kisses escalated my hunger to discover every
hidden secret of her perfect body. 


Her angelic smile and breathtaking beauty condemn
me to wish for her every second we were apart.


She departed my life on a cold winter morning.
I fell into the pit of loneliness.
Finding peace in long Island ice teas.


The deprave desire of love.
Was extinguish.
My Immune heart and mind  try not  to ascend
to the mirage of loving again.


A beautiful dark eyes woman sat next to me.
I asked. " Did she want a drink?
$2.00 till 9 pm for the Long Islands."
She gave me a smile. Told me.
"I'm the caretaker of death."
She asked me to dance?

We did the Texas two step.
Hank William Jr. is singing.
"Why do we drink. Why do we smoke. "

I held her close.
Her body was warm and create chills and fear.
She whispered in my ear.
"Your spirit has eroded to cheap whiskey and bad woman.
You are black in aura.
You are contaminated in sin and self-pity.
 I will come for you soon.
If you don't change your ways."


"Your afflictions will kill you if you don't change
your road and dreams.
You abandon and deprived yourself from human contact except
in the thieve of flesh in the dark motel rooms.
Where drunken passion and lust can live only."


"Sometime being a condemn man leave you safe
and alone.
The barren soul forfeit laughter and opportunity to be alive."


The songs stop.
Her eyes were searching my eyes.
I felt weak and afraid.
"Asked is it too late?"

She smiles.
Told me.
"Hell is full of disappointed souls damn to swim in s**t
forever."


"Leave the booze and disappointment here in the back of 
this tavern.
Live life like this is your last day to be alive."


She gave me a crystal.  Told me.
"Put this in your power bag. May keep you safe."
 She kissed my forehead and my lips.
Walk away quickly to the exit.

I tried to thank her.
I follow her.
I went outside the bar.
She evaporated into the night.
I found only the peace of the  hot Summer Texas night.


I don't drink anymore.
I'm thankful for the warning.


Death sometime does make house calls.
Life is to be celebrated.
Pain and pleasure are the memories and 
building blocks to make us wiser and kinder.




             Coyote
        8 Aug 1994


© 2011 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
I have seen many things in my life. A wise person listen to advice when given for free. Thank you Photo bucket for the picture of the beautiful Texas girls.

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This poem makes powerful statements. Sometimes it takes a brick to fall on our head in order to see that life is worth living and that we can open our hearts to love again. You always have wise words and create stories for people to relate to in your poetry.

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This was a great work. The way you portrayed a dance with Death is different than basically every portrayal I've ever seen.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

Many kinds of Angels. A wise person listen to people with concern. Thank you for reading.
As always, you write very well of love and lust. The line "Death sometime does make house calls" made me smile. Sometimes, we do need to see the line over which Death steps into our world in order to appreciate life. I'm glad you managed to find that second wind in order to continue with being alive. Well done for recognising and overcoming your demons: precious few can say the same.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Thank you again, Coyote. Nice beautiful picture, indeed. I continue to learn some of these lessons myself.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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"Life is to be celebrated.
Pain and pleasure are the memories and
building blocks to make us wiser and kinder."

Life can't be celebrated without something to base off of. Pain gives us the worse condition, pleasure shows us the higher condition. Both are needed for life, and this poem beautifully displays that. Excellent job Coyote.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like this poem, it's a good write and it's filled with wisdom

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A straight poem. Giving such a strong advice and warning. It's all about your life and views, really enjoyed the reading......
:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This was amazing.. I enjoyed reading..:)
Thanks for sharing..:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This poem is very powerful. It has a great message in it. It is true sometimes you get second chances and that is what i think everyone deserves no matter who you are. Everyone should get a second chance. Outstanding i just adore your writing.:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not something you hear everyday. A Fantastic write and read

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