I can't bleed no-more

Just words

                               I can't bleed no-more.

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                            In Austin, Texas

Johnnie don't cry no-more for love,

he don't look for things in the lost and found.

He has his 6th street in Austin, Texas.

He befriended the bartenders and he found people with the same sickness.

Even the crazy goth girls know his name.

Johnnie ain't looking for love no-more.

He go to the Austin city river, drink the vodka and juice with the college kid at noon and

he write the bleeding poetry.

              "I can't bleed no-more

We went into love blindfolded,

we believed love was sweet, love was relentless.

We drank-in the kiss, we drank in the taste of skin and the open flesh.

We lie to each other and we clings to things, we didn't own.

We were rag-bag lovers seeking last dance, last smile and the last laugh.

Maybe it was the whiskey,

maybe it was we never showed real face.

Somehow we found the rage, the hunger.

I remembered your tattoos, 

I remember you long legs and warmest kiss I have ever known.

On a rainy night in a Austin tavern,

after too many Long Island ice teas.

You asked me,

do you love my darkness, do you see the coldness in my eyes?

Do you understand, we are stranded souls just needed the feel of human touch,

just vagabonds people, just loaning and stealing kisses.

I told her. The dead, the sleeping heart people need to taste the burning sweetness of the touch,

to ensure we know we are alive.

Can't find love love always,

sometime the comfort is enough."

"I received a letter in late Winter,

dear Luna wrote.

I am sorry, I didn't say goodbye and I did listen to you. 

I found your California dream,

I am dancing alone for the Pacific and I remember you.

I remember your tender and soft hand making me feel alive.

If you are brave,

I am waiting for you in Santa Cruz."

I kept the letter in my pocket and I drink more now.

Pretty goth girl in tight black dress and the darkest eyes I ever seen.

She kissed my face and she asked.

Dark Poet, bleed me a poem that can make me cry.

You are the sexiest man in Austin,

you have the coldest heart and you don't want to own anything.

I put my face into her black hair and I told her.

I am not a brave man my dear friend.

I can't bleed no-more.

                                Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

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You write of your experiences with such clarity and beauty, my friend. Such a wonderfully full life you must be living! So many places, so many people, so many experiences and loves. It's quite wonderful. Such a bohemian lifestyle where one lives life to the fullest and celebrates all it has to offer. Your words certainly captivate and it is no surprise that so many ladies were drawn to your words and self. As for your final line.......its something many of us can relate to, in real and poetic terms. Sometimes there is just no more blood to bleed. I enjoyed this one as well, dear Coyote. Very romantic writing. Its your forte i am discovering.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Jamila. Life must be lived. We must seek places that make us happy.

[Lydia Shutter]

Tender and gentle, your romantic stories always touch me. Every person you have met in your life comes alive between the lines of your poetry. Life takes a lot from us...and sometimes we feel as if we can not "bleed" anymore. However, your poetry proves to me, you are still an emotional being. A pleasure to read. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. You are right. Time is the healer. Old pain, because less painful with separation.

[ms. barrie]

this is a lyrically astounding gem you have here! you share your personal experiences
in a most eloquently honest, tender way...
it leaves the reader wanting more.
i enjoyed your slightly darker ink stains, your quill spilled, much enjoyed this

thank you for sharing this stunning work - x

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend. I hope you are doing well and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

I can't bleed no more tells a stoty of much pain. This is such an emotional write Coyote. Comfort is the next best thing to love. You are right, we can't always find love in life. My Dad told me to stop looking. He told me it would visit when I least expected it. He was right. Love your poetic voice.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. I have more free time to think. I need to finish two books. I hope you are keeping busy and be safe my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

I am keeping busy Coyote and keeping safe as possible. Only go out for food and walking the dog. I hope this time allows you to complete your two books. Look after you.

[Karmee]

very heart sincere write, I enjoyed this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Abhishek Asthana]

Unique story with some touchy effects... Last half of the poem is dense and emotional,,, Keep sharing !!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[gram linski]

thought some of the poetry in this was awesome , Coyote, the vagabond people and the dark poetry of a dark heart the tale of wrong love going wrong, and the memory invoked in the letter, great writing, you do have a natural story telling style

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment. I was station at Fort Hood, Texas for seven years. I loved Austin, Texas.

[Rye]

Dark Poet, bleed me a poem that can make me cry.
You are the sexiest man in Austin,
you have the coldest heart and you don't want to own anything.

Love this part, what a amazing story here....

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe we like people who want little. Woman or man, don't like to be chased. A person wanting nothing. A mystery. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

The free loving and drinking days come to light with nostalgic fervor. Your romantic excursions walk down the memory lane begging for a comeback. You must have achieved all your dreams and then some. Marvelous Johnie...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. When we are young. Good to free-fall.

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe. You are welcome sir.....