Death will bring peace.
A drink called “El Padrino” or “The Godfather”, made with amaretto and whiskey (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Death will bring peace
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A old true story.
A pretty and kind woman sleeps alone.
She turned from love and accepted solitude.
In the darkness of lonely nights.
She wished for more hellos and less goodbyes.
Old men sitting in the back of the corner bar.
Sitting with friends drinking shots of whiskey.
Old timer Joe toast to a woman left alone so long ago.
The woman who once held love as her will to be alive.
Tells her lovers now.
All I have to give is flesh and bones to give now.
Her eyes empty and sad.
Her hunger now is to feel a man inside her.
Her last emotion.
Liars pay the Devil his due.
The lair of the storytellers and fool’s is always filled with more sinners.
Old Joe told me whiskey won’t take your sadness away.
Those damn memories come back and leave you empty
and wishing for some kind of peace.
He took my hand.
He whispered I broke a Angel heart.
Left her for dead.
Then my heart died too.
Karma is a fair judge.
Fools who wasted love will die alone and be in hell forever.
He smile and slapped my back.
He told me it is Valentine day.
Go home to your wife.
Buy her some flowers and tell her how much you need and love her.
Hell is too damn full already.
He took my whiskey and drinks it.
He turned away.
A woman sit on her porch.
She dreamed she is young and beautiful again.
She wished on the first star.
Please tell Joe I forgive him and I hope he okay.
Old Joe died from too much whiskey.
A few of us show up and said goodbye.
We knew he died of loneliness and a broken heart.
A solace woman sat with tears.
I sat with her.
I told her what Joe told us.
He would be waiting in Purgatory for the one’s who wasted words and the gift of love.
She kiss my cheek and walks into the street.
I leave the funeral and go to my wife.
Tell her she is my will to be alive.
My only sweet dream.
Coyote
14 Feb 1998
Reblogged this on lost creek publishing.
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Beautiful, as always. I love the references to whiskey, as that is my favorite poison. =)
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I was a Soldier for 15 years and single. Drinking whiskey and having fun kept our hope alive. Some poisons are okay if we can control them. Thank you for the comment.
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“A solace woman sat with tears.” Beautiful word play. I wonder what happened to this woman . . . if she ever found her peace, and how, or where, or does she wait for death.
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“She wished for more hellos and less goodbyes”
I like that
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I believe that is the wish for the most of us. Thank you for the comment.
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No good ever comes from Whiskey
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You are correct. In the old era of the military. We had cigarettes and booze. Today Soldiers are taught better. Old Joe was a Vietnam Vet. Sometime the old timers use the whiskey to forget. Thank you for the comment.
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Sounds like a mean drink…
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Whiskey can be. Many ways to died. Some of us chose the bad ways. Thank you for the comment.
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