Cold steel

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

            





                   










 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

Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[newyearnorma]

wow loved this! amazing writing as usual

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

Anger of a soldier!
One more epic Coyote poem.

[Manpreet]

Nice write.

[Moflo]

I just love the places your poetry takes your readers, you paint amazing pictures and they're always so vivid. Fantastic write.

[Me]

Great poem!

[maurice_forgets]

Hello Coyote,

Why do you bring each line to a full stop? Doing so does not help this piece to read well. But I guess after 32 years you're not looking for suggestions for improvement, huh?

Cheers!

mf

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is bone chilling anger. The disconnect from humanity is powerful and successfully drives the sympathy towards this soul away as it intends. This poem is marvelous. This moment of your life teaches us all that we can all heal. It only proves what amazing blessing came to your aid to help make you into the man you are today. This is truly an inspiration.

[Richard Layne]

Nicely done sir! Anger does seem to diminish with experience. But this poem in its clarity and voice is so strong that i think you just don't want to remember. i especially like the line "i can't remember when or why i died" nice set up for final line and title.

[paparapapa]

This is so GOOD! I've read a lot of pieces talking about being numb and not feeling anything but just desire, but this one just felt new and original. I don't know why. :)) And how you reiterated that your name's Cold Steel was awesome. Loved it. Off to my favorites this goes. :)) Thanks for sharing. :P

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

This gives the impression of such quality like our soldiers who are coming back from war, I can't tell you how many times I've heard the words "I feel dead" from my brother when he came back from Iraq and many seem to feel the same. He refuses to tell me the stories of what he saw and what he did.


Intense read. Nicely done.