Always torn and never content.

                      Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him.
  

                      Whiskey and beer dreams.

                      Paradise blinded by dreams seen
                      at the bottom of a empty bottles.

                      We were raised like Brother’s.

                       He felt no peace in a normal flow of living.

                       Addiction of life are many.

                       Sex, Booze and money can bring us to 
                       death gate.

                       I pray for my Brother in living.

                       You found some sort of peace in death.

                       I wish I listen to you more.

                       I wish I try to understand why the booze
                       brought peace to your life.

                        Now I write wasted words.

                        I will pray you found peace finally.

      Coyote
  16 Sept 2009

                     Hell-bend highway

He told me don’t need to hear your shit.

He asked me are you content?
With your rules and compliant.

You conformed to a system that don’t give
a shit about you.

He drink the whiskey straight.
He offered me a cold beer.

I told him.
I know I’m contaminated with B.S.
My mind is diluted with desires and things I don’t need.

But I won’t be condemn to die alone.
Drinking and no-one giving a shit if I’m dead or alive.

He looked at me.
Looking 20 years older then his age.

Whisper Cousin.
It is too late to save me my Brother.

The hell-bend highway

When you get on it.
Can’t get off.

                          Coyote
                        16 Sept 2009