Hell-bend highway…

Hell-bend highway
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

” Some folks cannot be saved. “

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 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