Hell-bend highway..
Hell-bend highway
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Some folks cannot be saved. In my lifetime. I lost three four brothers to drugs and alcohol. Two committed suicide and today still. We don’t know why? I learn too late to be a friend. Listen, not lecture. Stay in contact with the people, who are struggling. The silence goodbyes will haunt our life. 
My Brother is free..
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 prayed for my Brother in living and I pray.
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 and
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 and
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