“I remember you”
I remember you.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.
I remember you.
The summer days were long. The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.
The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey coastline. Purify the sadness and losses of living.
I remember you.Waiting for me on the sand.You called me the laughing Poet.A fugitive and faithful friend.You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.
Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.I would bring wine and bread.You would bring the tequila.You sipped it slowly out of the bottle.We never wallows in old dreams and we recanted great dreams.
We tried to tame the memory of the merciless rules of life.You rested your body against me.We were lover’s once. Friendship took us to the next level. Now I needed you to listen to my dreams.Your eyes make me feel strong and wise.
You told me.”I am safe and unafraid with you.When I look into your green eyes.I know I will be alright.You are my only friend.You don’t look at my wounds and mistakes. You love me for who I’m.
I told you.”We can’t let the world to beat us down.Take away our hopes and dreams. Cannot allow people with greed to steal ourgoals and desires.
“Now sweet dreams are far away. I can’t remember how beautiful you were. I’m far from the Pacific ocean. Dreams are so damn far away. My impoverish soul screams out for the dreamers of hope and peace.
The treachery of living. Slowly took parts of me away.Leaving an empty shell.I must visualize. Go back to Monterey.Listen to Alisa Fineman’s voice. Find Where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea.
Allow the memory of a beautiful woman.Who held dreams and hope of peace so strongly. To make me come alive again. Today for the sake of three beautiful daughters.My Muse words are so important.Life is be lived.Leave the bad stuff behind.We need hopeful people with dreams of peace.For this world to be a better place.
Coyote 2 June 2009
Such a beautiful read, John! Loved – “The Treachery of living”!!!!
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You are right, but. Take no chances, know no love or adventure. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I adore every word in this piece..there is a sense of melancholy but there is redemption in the end..
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Didn’t know him from a bar of soap. Just figured he had done enough crap things he would spend half his life running from them. On tjat spot a dumb mind outed his whole posse and I avoided a certain bashing that wasn’t going to be good if they had brains
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Pretty much what I said to the ‘1st lieutenant’ of the gang of 6 who attacked me after the footy last weekend. This verbal mark revealed who the boss was. Well and truly split the 6 of them asunder by then and the weak minds and big overweight bodies ran.
Probably hugged and kissed one another in a laneway for a few hours after before they could go back to a strip club or daddy’s construction company
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Some people. You won’t forget my friend. Every dog gets their day.
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Michael’s biggest divisions are warriors of the red nations… before the unified police forces under Freemasonry make the claim
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The imposters will be let go from both
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