Truth and knowing peace
Truth and knowing peace
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words and thinking too much
Sober mornings leave the careless men with decaying love, to swim in fatal decisions and regret.
The false flattery turn white love to black love. The naked light of a new day leave arrogance men to learn. He had defaced love and left her to die.
The Poet try not to play the martyr or lawyer in love. He will disguise real emotion that was freely given without accounting for the adamant of the ending.
Love will flourish on the warm days of May. Charming smiles and temptation of pure white skin are the bewitching view to make old Poet wish for the glimpses of illuminated love. Spring in the incense and the aroma of hope and possibility.
Old Poet told the destine man who wasted kiss and embrace. Love is appreciated when it is gone. Lonely and foolish men learn to mourn for the muses who awoke their heart and mind. There is no return ship to revive dead and buried love.
The man told the Poet. She had the clearest blue eyes like a wild and free river. Her lips tasted of sweet wine and I left her for the unknown. Not knowing her kiss would become the landscape of my dreams.
Old Poet poured the whiskey in the stranger’s cup and told him. After you abandon love and swam in regret and learn . Love is life. Life is love. Without knowing love. We have known nothing.
Coyote/John Castellenas
it’s all around us its what we strive for and why we get up each day
Make friends, fall in love, until we have it. There sure is a contentment about it.
Nothing like it. Love C
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My 20 years in bars. Made me the expert on people who made mistakes. I made a few myself. Thank you for reading and the comment.I’m glad to see your words.
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I didn’t think you were writing. I havent seen any until today. hopefully i signed up to be notified when you post. Sorry about that, I want to read them all. Our styles are so similar, when writing prose, you inspire me too. Glad to see you here.
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What else is there to live for other than love?
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I agree. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you. So bittersweet… “Her lips tasted of sweet wine and I left her for the unknown. Not knowing her kiss would become the landscape of my dreams.”
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Dreams will haunt us if we had abused a tender heart. Thank you Joanie for reading and the comment.
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I really like these 2 lines: “Lonely and foolish men learn to mourn for the muses who awoke their heart and mind. There is no return ship to revive dead and buried love.”
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This is the truth for many. I like the old saying. “The grass isn’t always greener in the next yard. It is where you are standing.” Thank you for reading and the comment.
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