Bad to the bones

Good music took me to good days and places.

                                Bad to the bones

(Written in 1989 rewritten today)

I'm going crazy. I don't know which way is out or in.
I have fell into too deep. I can't see the light.
Darkness took my heart and mind to better places than here.

I can't see beyond this moment.
I don't want more lies adding to the overflow of naysayers and dead in dreams and hope.

I'm been led to the slaughter, not knowing why I fight and kill?
Even alcohol and taverns leave me yearning for better place and ending.

I'm beyond being saved.
I don't care if I live or die.
My bones had turn cold. Soft heart to leather and spoil blood.

I can't remember the sweet woman I have known.
I don't even know If I had loved or not?

Going crazy.
Roaming the California coastline trying to find my sanity.

I sit at River Inn in Big Sur, California.
Listening to people not in prison yet.
They told me. Better to dance and sing to the end.
When you give-up your voice and opinion.
You got nothing left.

I listened to the song. Bad to the bones.
Make me want to brake the chains and know what I truly need.
Life is getting harder. Old soul need some relief.

Better to suicide the sea, climb the mountains near.
Pay no attention to people who want to drain your blood and
leave you for dead.

Freedom of mind and spirit. Can't let it go.
Better to die free and know the open road and good people.
Who don't want to own you.

                                 Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Old poetry with a re-write.

Reviews

[DIVYA]

This is a poem dictated purely by the spiritual mind of the poet in that he renounces the earth and all its evil for freedom of the soul. Somewhere in our subconscious mind, we know that a better, more beautiful world lies just ahead of our physical existence. You touched upon that realization supremely well with your amazing pen.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Divya. I appreciate the comment.

[B.J]

I am amazed yet again at the cleverness of your work. I could associate with your words closely.

[Coyote Poetry]

Freedom is missed. When we don't have it. Thank you Barb for reading my old poetry.

[B.J]

Your words are great freedom and fear two of my biggest defeats in my life. Now I've found it not going to let it go. Your work is great

[Briana O'Connor]

The fact that this is begun with my favorite song gives you extra brownie points. The poem itself is very well penned as well. Very interesting tale you've weaved. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. The road poetry is the best poetry.