Am I dead or alive?
In the California Mountains.
Am I dead or alive?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Describe emotion.
Describe love.
Describe pain.
For every beautiful moment.
Must there be pain also?
For every gift of tenderness and love.
Must we repay it by hate and abuse?
Today my life is even.
All things in balance.
I know the sun will shine again.
The stars will appear in the evening sky.
What is life?
Are we here for any purpose?
Each life does it have any meaning?
Are we just cattle waiting to be slaughtered?
I wonder if being kind, honest is it worthwhile?
Sometime I feel the world is for the strong.
I hope the men and woman of peace are still somewhere.
I rarely hear their voices talking of peace and great dreams.
Where are the storytellers? Where are the lovers of peace gone?
The great people who fight for the weak and the poor?
Anger and pain have overtook my life.
Better to be strong and heartless then kind and foolish.
Am I afraid of tomorrow?
Will I have the energy to walk and survive in this world?
Will I smile?
Will I become the great liar?
Will I show emotion or fake tears to hide the coldness?
Today I like loneliness.
I walk the line of no decision.
Will I join the game?
Become tunnel vision for power and wealth?
Tomorrow the cries of the sick and the hungry may come to my ears.
Will I listen?
Will I become another monster.
Become a leader of control.
Show little emotion and allow the weak to fall to the roadside.
One day you may see me.
Standing above the poor and foolish.
You may think you see a tear.
No tears in this heartless body.
For even the dreamer can give up.
When the world become to scary to fight back.
Becomes a robot of death.
Please children don’t walk with me.
I’m the killer.
The supporter of the rich man.
The supporter of war for profit.
When you see me.
Don’t say anything.
Your disappointment give me strength and power.
When I raise my hand to fight.
Walk away and pray for me.
Pray in hell I will find my peace.
Let me soak in the fear of you.
Knowing you have happiness and great dreams.
There is love in your life.
But my heart and mind will block the desire of love and peace.
No profit in peace.
I will be alone in death.
But for the children.
I hope.
I hope we learn to teach the children to love.
Color of skin doesn’t matter.
To cry out for the poor is not a weakness.
Love is the greatest high.
Pain is the test of be alive.
Violence and war is the way to create wealth and expand hate.
The funniest part of living is how to control our emotion.
We love so few in a life.
We have the ability to love so many more.
We should love the earth, the children and the people.
Pain is the emotion we feel most.
We need to be like children.
Eyes of no fear.
Only the desire to learn and friendship.
The children see the world.
They feel the hate, fear and violence.
How can we teach love?
Our children become us in the future.
We need to teach them well.
Teach them all men and woman are equal.
Teach them to be kind and love/forgive.
Show them the good road.
A fool’s wait for answers.
Time for the dreamers and lovers of peace to fight also.
War is not peace.
War is the killing of human kindness.
Thank you
Coyote
22 May 1987
“When I raise my hand to fight.
Walk away and pray for me.
Pray in hell I will find my peace.”
Wow! What can I say…awesome. Like is not enough for the words flowing from your soul. x
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I lost too many good friends to war. I learn to be kinder. We learn what is important the hard way. Thank you for the comment.
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Great writing. You always go deep. Good job.
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Great writing, this one really hit me! Lots of feelings. Very nice.
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We are blessed to be living in such places as these (I’m in Reno), in the Sierra. Nature is always reminding us.
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This poem holds such depth.. Our children are our future and we subject them to so much in their small lives…. We have to start and nurture our children… I hope too that we can teach our children to love and care for one another with more trust ..We have a long way to go, but each step, each act of kindness goes to adding to the harmony of our world..
Excellent poem
Sue
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Fathers and Mothers have great responsibilities. We must our children to be fail and kind. Thank you for the comment.
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Yes I see why in the ancient times Native American Indian Grandparents brought up their young children .. because they taught them their wisdom.. Wisdom it seems many parents do not have today..
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I was raised by my Ojibwa Grandmother. I had AWOL parent. I believe kids who have helpful Grandparent do better. Parent need a break. Grandpa’s like me. Allow the kid to run free and wild.
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I agree… we need children to be children as a grandparent myself we need to spend quality time with them..
And your Grandmother did a Fine Job! 🙂
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Such awareness is both a burden and a gift. The double edged sword. From God to mankind, meant for learning.
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You are correct. Hard to understand this world. Every child is precious. Doesn’t matter skin color, religion or location. Thank you for the comment.
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People are like flowers – many colored and all unique and therefore precious in this world. I too wish the whole world would see that.
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Wow– raw and heartfelt. Thank you
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Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Pain, strength, endurance, hope….all here, beautiful.
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Young man dreams I tried to hold to. Thank you for the comment.
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Should be written on hearts. Thank you for sharing.
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We must question what we really need. Thank you for the comment.
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