Bad to the bone
The Pacific
Fault line, California.
Bad to the bone
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Good music took me to good days and places.
Bad to the bones
(Written in 1989 rewritten today)
I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.
I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.
Darkness took my heart and mind to better places than here.
I can’t see beyond this moment.
I don’t want more lies adding to the overflow of naysayers and dead in dreams and hope.
I’m been led to the slaughter, not knowing why I fight and kill?
Even alcohol and taverns leave me yearning for better place and ending.
I’m beyond being saved.
I don’t care if I live or die.
My bones had turn cold. Soft heart to leather and spoil blood.
I can’t remember the sweet woman I have known.
I don’t even know If I had loved or not?
Going crazy.
Roaming the California coastline trying to find my sanity.
I sit at River Inn in Big Sur, California.
Listening to people not in prison yet.
They told me. Better to dance and sing to the end.
When you give-up your voice and opinion.
You got nothing left.
I listened to the song. Bad to the bones.
Make me want to brake the chains and know what I truly need.
Life is getting harder. Old soul need some relief.
Better to suicide the sea, climb the mountains near.
Pay no attention to people who want to drain your blood and
leave you for dead.
Freedom of mind and spirit. Can’t let it go.
Better to die free and know the open road and good people.
Who don’t want to own you.
Coyote/John Castellenas
thanks for the flashback of this song – we actually tease my son with this song cause he thinks he is bad to the bone – ha and we found a music card that had this song in it – so it has been fun!
anyhow, I also saw george do this song at Shea’s Theatre in Biuffalo New York (in 80’s) and they made everyone on the balcony sit down because the balcony was shifting – pretty crazy.
but thanks – cos you are right good music can take you to good places and good times.
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The old songs make us feel young again. Thank you for reading my work and thoughts.
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Touched my soul,but as you must have found out…Nothing is beyond saving.☺You did good,right?
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You are right. You must save yourself. Hard to see daylight when you do not wish to see it. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Hmm.The secret of happiness and contentment is to “try” to lok for the light and be content with the light you found,however diminishing or flickering it may be.
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John, thanks for sharing your journey. Our lives all have dark sides and dark places. We live in a dark time of violence and wars, and more threats of war.
I live in hope that the Light will conquer. Your poetry keeps hope alive.
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We learn with age and time. What is truly valuable. Love, friends and family. Do some good and hope the human race learn. Every life is worthwhile. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Powerful presentation and poem!
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Thank you. Old poetry take me back to the days of youth.
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Very dark
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Just poetry from my young days. I lost two brothers to suicide. Life was dark. I have poetry hidden about the suicide of two brothers that make me cry when I read them. Life teaches us. We need love and family. Take bad days to appreciate the good day. I found a woman singer Alisa Fineman at Big Sur. She saved me in 1991. She caressed my face and told me. Johnnie, your poetry is good.You need to slow down. Things fall in front of us for unknown reasons. I don’t post the dark stuff anymore too often. I got old and became the peaceful Grandpa
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John that’s horrible. I’ve experienced 2 suicides in the past 2 weeks -acquaintances, I was horrified at the pain, I’ve never experienced that in my family or group of friends. Even from a distance I find myself talking to God (something I believe in strongly) and puzzling over.
Do you like California? I have a friend there she has been there for years I wish she would just come home. But it seems to have done you good.
I believe peaceful grandpa is a good place for a poet
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I was stationed there in 1992-1994. I love the California Coastline. I wrote another poem. About a kind Singer who saved my life with her kindness. Alisa Fineman. Old Grandpa lived in the cold state of Michigan.
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I just read your poem. You are delightful and a heartfelt poet. Thank God she was there for you. John, it’s beautiful Michigan. As I write this I’m sharing coffee with my Dad on the back porch of my Northern Indiana home I’m for miles from the Michigan line. My son and I love Michigan. My daughter and her husband are raising goats in southwest Michigan. And- brace yourself soldier, we all love the cold, the big lakes and the small hidy hole towns. God bless you, thanks for sharing your work.
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You are welcome and I know. I went to lake Huron in the middle of August. The leaves were changing color already. Will be a cold Winter.
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Good to know I’ll be in Alpena, Rogers City and the UP in a few days – I was hoping for color. We have color here the Maples of course. Stay well John. I know you must have dark thoughts- I remember you told me once you don’t like reading romance (broke my heart) but Miss Jane Austen was correct reading/writing too much poetry is dangerous (see her novel Persuasion). Would love to read more of your prose.
Best Regards, Sandy
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