The wild and the tamed..
The wild and the tamed
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Is is better to play dead or create fear?
The wild and the tamed…
Some men don’t fear death.
They don’t believe in destiny or final solution.
Life is to be lived.
Cigarettes, whiskey and wine is their song.
The cold and lonely road had stole their heart.
Dead in heart and soul leave no pity or time for love or salvation.
Salvation is for the men yearning for peace in a world seeking
death and destruction. The tamed heart yearn for calm and peace.
Hard places to find in a life.
The wild side is easy. Woman want little from you.
Always places to find people on the dead-end road.
The taverns are filled with people who accepted less.
Some of us danced on the wild side and the tamed life.
I’m older and I have accepted the tamed life.
In sweet and wild dreams. I’m drinking the whiskey. Singing the old songs and
giving death the middle finger.
It is sad being the lonely man waiting for death.
Death will come. I wondered often. Is what we do in life meaningful?
Or are we just foolish men pissing into the wind?
Coyote
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my friend.
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No, you are not a foolish man pissing in the wind, you are an enlightened one.
I am sorry you are waiting for death though. I am still living my life to the full or as much as I can when pain limits my physical abilities. My mind though has never been so alive with creativity! I have so much to do before death comes for me, but when death does come, I shall welcome him with open arms for I shall be returning home, back to the Divine Source and who knows what further adventures may be waiting for me? Take heart, John for although death is an ending of our human life, it is the beginning of our spiritual, eternal life. ❤🙏💙
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Thank you dear Carolyn. A old poem my friend. I found reasons and purpose to be alive.
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