Jun 2015
in honor of Ernesto's poem :
COYOTE :
//
broken :
( we who worship phantom grief and phantom sin )
//
We
( the betrayer !)
Pretending to be ---- the betrayed !
Or
Seeking adventure
In the world of morbid love
And the self inflicted wounds
On hearts and skin
//
COYOTE !!!
we traffic in the untold real
Of feelings
Sunken unto death
We do not see the real
We do not see the reality of bodies
We do not dare think
Of those who seek escape
Unto the bloated filthy wealth we live within
••
self indulgent !
( playing with pain )
//
COTOTE !
we carry our poetic scars so proudly
So as to guard ourself
From those are are truly felt
By the children of the world
We sometimes visit
If we are bored
••
Across the borders and boundaries
Of our minds and hearts
//
We
( who are of
AMERICA 's dominion )
Have stated a million times
That we do not care
For more than a quick release
From any sense of responsibility
Simply go on
•
Life itself
All that goes on
All around us every day
Means nothing
•
We have our own slaves
( called ---- " lovers " )
whom we take great pleasure
To mutilate
••
Oh
Ernesto
( Bestower of compassion
And the will
To be reborn and to rise again
Unto true honor and decency )
--
we may try to understand this time
( who can say ? )
//
The power of god
//
The love of love
//
The seed of simplicity
//
Today and tomorrow
//
Trust / peace
//
The long trail
//
The mountain song
That never ceases
//
The light of the eye that does not die
//
The little child
//
You and me
//
All that is good shall survive
//
If people say just what they mean
And live what they say
and put aside
Meaningless lives
COYOTE :
//
broken :
( we who worship phantom grief and phantom sin )
//
We
( the betrayer !)
Pretending to be ---- the betrayed !
Or
Seeking adventure
In the world of morbid love
And the self inflicted wounds
On hearts and skin
//
COYOTE !!!
we traffic in the untold real
Of feelings
Sunken unto death
We do not see the real
We do not see the reality of bodies
We do not dare think
Of those who seek escape
Unto the bloated filthy wealth we live within
••
self indulgent !
( playing with pain )
//
COTOTE !
we carry our poetic scars so proudly
So as to guard ourself
From those are are truly felt
By the children of the world
We sometimes visit
If we are bored
••
Across the borders and boundaries
Of our minds and hearts
//
We
( who are of
AMERICA 's dominion )
Have stated a million times
That we do not care
For more than a quick release
From any sense of responsibility
Simply go on
•
Life itself
All that goes on
All around us every day
Means nothing
•
We have our own slaves
( called ---- " lovers " )
whom we take great pleasure
To mutilate
••
Oh
Ernesto
( Bestower of compassion
And the will
To be reborn and to rise again
Unto true honor and decency )
--
we may try to understand this time
( who can say ? )
//
The power of god
//
The love of love
//
The seed of simplicity
//
Today and tomorrow
//
Trust / peace
//
The long trail
//
The mountain song
That never ceases
//
The light of the eye that does not die
//
The little child
//
You and me
//
All that is good shall survive
//
If people say just what they mean
And live what they say
and put aside
Meaningless lives
