A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help. 
June 6, 2023 1:16 pm
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help.
Too late for forgiveness.
Second brother put into the cold earth.
Death by their own hands.
Left many to swim in bad decisions and not enough kind words.
The things I believed in.
Became useless and not fruitful anymore.
Words said without thoughts or kindness.
Left my soul in blackness.
I wished too late to take back words that degrade a life of a brother.
I learn the important things we must believe are simple and plain.
I learn we must rise and fall. Cry and laugh. Beg and demand.
I chisel my brother names into a old Oak tree.
I asked the Spirit of life and death to forgive me for being a bastard instead of a friend.
Silence and loneliness left me be to the solitude of pen and paper.
I learn we are all mortals.
Too blind to see beyond our own glory.
Till names of the dead are carved in your chest.
Today I remember two strong boys who showed no fear.
The hidden demons no-one saw.
Took them to a rope and no goodbye.
Their death made me more gentle in action and in words.
The dream of wealth became less needed.
Now I offer a open door to friends and family.
I will listen to someone who is struggling and try to help.
I don’t believe you can be forgiven.
Lonely graves of two scared boys are permanent scars on a mind and heart.
No-one cared that they saw death more sweet then life.
I wished I’d listen to a wise grandfather.
“Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Negative words and actions can
caused permanent damage.”
Better to be a friend then be standing by a casket saying a final goodbye.
Coyote
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Every time I read this, it still sinks in deep each time.
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By Cassa Bassa on June 6, 2023 at 9:52 pm
I re-post to remind people dear Cassa. We must be kind to each other. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. Yesterday a sixteen year boy killed himself near me. The world is very hard. We need to lead with kindness, concern and listen.
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By johncoyote on June 6, 2023 at 9:55 pm
If we are less self focus and less fearful, asking others more about “Are you on?” …’Would you like to have a cup of tea?” It will be less pain.
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By Cassa Bassa on June 6, 2023 at 9:59 pm
I agree dear Cassa. Just simple conversation could save a life.
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By johncoyote on June 6, 2023 at 10:08 pm
Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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By OIKOS™- Art, Books & more on June 6, 2023 at 3:40 pm
Thank you my friend.
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By johncoyote on June 6, 2023 at 8:56 pm
Well spoken words John. Too many deaths that way. Keep writing, my friend
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By cnederlof on June 6, 2023 at 2:13 pm
Thank you dear poet. I re-boot this poem often. We must lead with concern, kindness and we must listen.
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By johncoyote on June 6, 2023 at 2:26 pm