I hope I make it till the Spring.
Waterfall in big Surf.
I hope I make it till the Spring.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better then speaking negative words.
The Spring is when the world comes alive.
When the Winter days fade away to memories and
warm days heat up the hearts and dreams.
Yesterday the cold of Winter was for us to hold on tighter,
to keep each other warm, but somehow life had become a
search for a reason to be.
I looked to the past, but I don’t feel hope.
I saw the many mistakes made.
I can see the many beautiful moment too,
I feel they haunt me more than the bad.
I remember when life was easy.
All dreams in reach.
Today I feel that my life has become a useless journey.
Just aiming at useless dreams, not needing affection.
Like love creates more pain than sweetness.
Where do you look to bring laughter where there is only sadness?
Where do you find smiles when life becomes only a journey toward death?
Am I a coward?
Because I fear tomorrow.
Am I the cause of my own pain?
I feel I have chosen my journey.
For I have touched the pinnacle of love,
reached power and money but I was never complete.
I never found happiness.
Maybe I chose the wrong direction.
I wish to be born anew.
I know only I can open the door to love and forgiveness.
I must find new dreams and hope.
Where do I begin?
I seen to fall on the same path. Money and work.
I don’t need friendship and I don’t even need the gentleness
of a woman touch.
Am I pass the road to know happiness?
Can I find the thirst to be happy?
Is it too late to learn to love?
I don’t know if i have any desire left.
In the Spring.
Maybe I will feel strong again.
Feel the energy of hope.
Maybe the warm days of Spring will rebirth the desire
to love and know laughter again.
In the Spring.
I will find hope again.
Coyote
John Castellenas
Written in 1990
Sorry about that, but that explains the poem cause I was reading it and thinking this is a tormented soul, poor guy. They say that writing down things it therapeutic which I find true mostly to people who like writing,like me, not the rest of my buddies..to the contrary they think that what I´m doing with the new job, cause it is a job no matter what anybody says, writing. Buddies will call me a pussy, guess these bastards don´t understand. Beautiful poem by the way quite touching and I´m not a poem guy, I started following one guy who writes poetry and thought that´s pretty cool and then I find another person and on it goes, it´s fun and interesting to read, plus I get grammatically schooled most of the time .
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Good to be a writer. Writer’s are not pussies. Most had experiences that need to write down. Thank you for Mark Twain and Hemingway. Wrote the truth. Most writers don’t write the masterpiece till they are old. I like to put myself in places like my brothers. Tried to understand how you can confuse death is better than living. Thank you for the comment. I like the wordpress. People are polite and willing to help. We are always learning.
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So warm and so heartbreaking..a need for hope.
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I lost two brothers to suicide in 1987 and 1988. I put myself in their place for a time. I was lucky. Always mean as hell and nothing could break me easily. Hard to grasp why young people can chose death over life. We never know what is around the corner and what is coming at us. Thank you for the comment.
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Sorry to hear that John.
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It was a long time ago. It taught me to be kinder to the family. Some lessons teach us to appreciate the people who are near us. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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You are welcome. Thanks for reading too.
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