Two poem about alcohol
Hell-bent highway
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Some folks cannot be saved.
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 tried 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-bent 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 drank 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 condemned 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.
Whispered Cousin.
It is too late to save me my Brother.
The hell-bent highway
When you get on it.
Can’t get off.
Coyote
16 Sept 2009
“Sex, Booze and money can bring us to
death gate.”
Very rightly said. Universal message.Congrats. Thanks.
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A real message learn. Today less money needed and family near is important.
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John, I’m very moved by this poem. So many promising lives wasted, brilliant minds destroyed, a terrible loss for us all.
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I agree. Most of us had lost someone to alcohol and drugs. Easy to start bad habit. Hard to stop.
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Thank you John! So true.
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How so very sadly true. Hell-bent highway….put the bottle to your head and pull the trigger.
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I lost three brothers to drugs and alcohol. Ahard way to go. Thank you Laural Wolfe for reading and the comment.
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My son is on his way to self-destruction, I’m afraid….and I am helpless.
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If I could go back in time. I would face the problem directly. Show him death will bring tears and sadness. Force him to decide the right way or the wrong way. Love and concern is all we have.
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I’ve been trying to do that for twenty years. My sons’ problem is that he is desperate for the love and attention of his daddy, who has only been able to focus on tramps. So sad.
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We can’t give up. Many excuses for the wrong road. All you can do is offered a safe place to rest and hope he learn before it is too late. My brothers problem was drugs. A fast killer of hope and dreams.
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I have spent literally thousands of dollars on trying to get help for him. He stole every piece of jewelry I had and anything else that wasn’t nailed down. I keep hoping he will hit rock bottom but there is always somebody who bails him out….and buys him booze.
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This is the sad part. Always someone to buy his booze. Old dad drank till the Doctor told him. If he drank. He would die. He quit drinking. He died young. The bottle of rum daily ate away his insides. All we can do is prayer and hold.
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My son has been told that for the last few years…..he has pancreatitis, colitis, and gastritis…but he continues to drink. When he decides to “get sober” he has to drink a beer to keep his stomach from bursting.
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My father drank for 40 years. His insides were turn useless from the rum. A lot of pain to know.
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So sad. The ironic thing is that Loser (my sons’ sperm donor) has been a high functioning alcoholic almost his entire life and Losers’ useless mama has been a drunk for fifty years. Neither one of them have any ill effects at all. They just continue to drink and abuse…drink and abuse (not each other of course, nor the tramps Loser collects)….just the people who deserve better.
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I drank for 20 years. I follow my Father’s foot steps. I got lucky. I found people who lives were worth more than my death. It seemwe lose the things we love the most. I’m off. me and my three grandsons off to kid land. If you need me. I will be back tonight. I put on my poem “The gray whale”. I was there once and today. I was glad someone cared.
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