Have mercy

Just words

                        Have mercy

Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all night long.

Now we are the hang-man joke. Twisted letters once vulgar we spoke, fearless and hard. Now we lay-down and we whisper no mas. 

We exile ourselves to the corridor of silence. We have became nameless people in a world of shame. Once we were brave and now we look at the morning sky, asked her, please have mercy upon me, make me believe I am not dead no more. Make me believe I can save myself, save my beloved.

My lover eyes, one fire and brimstone, are empty and quiet. She asked me, can we be saved? I told her, we sold out to the worldly things. We must run away from the shallow rules, leave the big televisions,  cell-phones and the locked doors behind in the wake of the sea, the free-forest and the open places.

We are not dead yet and we must ascend to the days of freedom, take apart the fake allusion of happiness and open our eyes, pray to the sea, pray to the sky, roll our fingers in the dirt and become reborn and we must learn, we decide who we become.

The pretty girl smiled, tossed-off her shoes, danced barefoot on the quiet beach and she asked the sea. Have mercy upon me, allow me to find the places I knew.  Make me believe I have not forsaken every dream I had.

I went to my girl, who eyes were heavy with sadness and I told her. We are not done yet. The sea of faith, we shall find. Neither high  walls or the naysayer will kill our spirit. We will find the path of secret kiss, the deepest sea and the highest mountains and we will scream. We are not done yet.

                                 Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have felt this in relationships before...it is so hard to take back that freedom of movement and speech once the relationship has gotten awkward for whatever reason...
we try to get back there...but the journey is like trying to climb Mt. Everest.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Jacob. Hard to find the way to free life when we in prison ourselves. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[drew garner]

A mission statement of well-earned hope. thank you for sharing it, they are good words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Drew. I appreciate the comment.

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

I wished sometimes that cell phones never came about, my family can't eat supper without their phones next to them. I took them away one weekend and told them go play, so be a kid. Such a sadness gllomed about.... I really like this write. So very good.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kescha and I agree. I wish the cell phones were never create. I take my grandchildren to the lakes and the park. Put the cell phones and gaming away.

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

I tried that once at the park, but they wanted to take pics so I gave in and gave it to them, bad mistake.