Cold steel

Cold steel

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Old poem (1980) with a rewrite. Anger can lead us to hell. After the pits of hell. Can't get worst?

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 Cold steel

Baby, I told you.
Ain't no heart in my chest.
I'm just a body that does the daily functions.

I'm dead.
I died a long time ago.
I could tell you a story.
But my words are even locked up now.

You are young.
Still able to love.
Don't give your love to a man who eyes are dead.

It is myth.
That you can bring back the dead to life.
 Cold steel can only melt on the  trip to hell.

When you can't remember the good times.
The tender moments.
You are just a body waiting for the end.

I have the hunger to touch beautiful things.
I'm well trained.
I will eat you alive.
Leave you for dead.

I won't care.
If you are laying in sadness and pity.

Cool steel is my name.
My hunger is to look into the eyes of dark Angels.
Who will dance the twisted dance of who can punish the other more.

I may tell you I love you.
 Just words. Just a means to get you to invite me into the
warmth of your warm flesh,
till I release my desire into flesh and bones.

I was told time heal all wounds.
One more lie, given to us by people trying to pry the
kindness out of us.

I don't desire love.
I don't want your pity.
Don't need nothing but to dance in the heat of the warm flesh.

If you want me to love you, my child.
You should escape now.
For the wall of my heart is mighty tough.

On my trip to hell.
I won't tell no stories.
I was the man called Cold Steel.

I told you I'm dead.
If you are a fool.
Try to break down the steel wall.

One day.
I will kiss you goodbye.
I will watch your tears.
I will tell you.
You wasted your love on a man with a steel heart and no emotion.
I will leave you without feeling any regret.

So my child.
Walk away.
For something can't be changed.
I'm dead and buried. A long time ago.

I can't remember when or why I died.

Cold steel is my name.

                                   Coyote
                                   1980





© 2011 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
A old poem. When anger was the strength to get me by. I like the old poems. I can't remember the anger from 32 years ago.

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several years ago...some of my friends went to Nam and came back so different....a part of the them had died...and in some cases it was the heart. a certain cold steel feeling they had...not accepting love because they just had a coldness about them...but also not being able to accept love because they always felt it came out of or from pity...
this is an amazing piece of writing...it's all too real.

j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

Was real for me once. A kind woman saved my life. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.



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as sad as it gets...it moved me and upset me! thanks for sharing this beautiful write Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

Thank you Paulina. I got lucky. Met a kind woman who saved my life.
paulina misiewicz

5 Years Ago

Bless you guys
several years ago...some of my friends went to Nam and came back so different....a part of the them had died...and in some cases it was the heart. a certain cold steel feeling they had...not accepting love because they just had a coldness about them...but also not being able to accept love because they always felt it came out of or from pity...
this is an amazing piece of writing...it's all too real.

j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

Was real for me once. A kind woman saved my life. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.
Very powerful! beautifully writen

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Powerful

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"I can't remember when or why I died." that sums up this write beautifully!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely Piece

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, now this is what i call emtional prose at ti's best, intense, without apology and rammed home to the point of pain, plus, great picture!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What an amazing poem. Of all your work I've read thus far, this is probably my favourite. Your way with words is astounding, you twist and craft them in wonderful patterns to reflect emotions perfectly. You are incredibly talented and passionate, which you manage to express very deftly, it's very touching. I love the tired, jaded, yet somewhat wistful tone. A very enjoyable read.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fantastic writing

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anger is only one letter short of danger. Beautiful write:)

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