Live

Just some words.

Live

Dead men don't complain, liars always lie. Sleeping men cannot see or feel. What is real and what is not?

Took a war for me to learn to live. I was a working dog drowning in useless goals. I was working 60 hour week and I allowed my dreams to die.

Took two dead brothers to teach me. Change your life or  become forgotten.

The Iraq desert and the California Pacific make me see the real of life. I body bags poor Iraqi soldiers and I prayed for them. I learn life can be minutes, hours or days. I suicided boarded the big storms of Winter in Monterey, free-climbed every mountain I was near. i stood in the clouds in the Honduras mountains and I pray for sanity by the hidden waterfalls in the secret places in the California Fault line.

I learn life was more than money. We must test life, travel and love many. Live my friend, be brave.

if we take no chances, we won't know any joy or happiness.

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Spot on, when you see death all around for a time, life sure is sweet when you look back knowing you survived.
Sadly not much has changed over the years and probably never will.
I suppose in a way, you only get one chance at life, make the most of it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Paul. We must enjoy every day we have. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, so true...what is working ourselves to death going to get us---at the end we will say..."I wish I had done this, or I wish I had done that"--

what we miss out on being so damn busy....Emily Dickinson's "because I could not stop for death' hints at this very same thing.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Emily was right and thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.