jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

  • I don’t remember how you looked.

    A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look. I don’t remember how you look.Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?I don’t know if your hair was golden blond ormaybe strawberry red? I tried to describe you and each time I remember… Read more

  • One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?

    One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we can be.Who enticed me into your hellish world?2- Piece by piece, damn government steal our minds and our souls.Once we had voices,… Read more

  • The autumn days.

    The Autumn days. The Summer days were splendor, long days, beach days, easy day. The harmony of warm days and being sun-kissed. Blessed days. Now the nights are cooler, the school bells are calling the grandchildren. I have quiet days to reflex on the coming days of Autumn. I love the charm of the Fall.… Read more

  • The sea remembered.

    (First new poem for my site number two on WordPress. WordPress told me. They cannot figure how to get me back on my old site. They say patience is a virtue. Thank you for reading my words and sharing your words and thoughts.) 1- I still go back to the Belton dance hall. Drink a… Read more

  • The damn road.

    The damn road.   It was a cold winter day in late December in Michigan.  I awoke with my love andI kissed her face and lips, and I told her, good morning. Her beautiful young body pressed against me so tightly and I could hear her heart beating against my skin.  I put my face… Read more

  • You are my poetry.

    You are my poetry. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candlelight. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with the lights on, once we talk till 3am, once we never parted. Love was us and you were love. Once spoken… Read more

  • Into the west.

    Into the west. Westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is talking to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep you safe. The Devil knows my name and I know the northern winds are killing my soul. The Goddess of the sea… Read more

  • Mercy.

    Mercy. Young black man. 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days. I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes. I started to sit with him.He said nothing for many meals.Other Soldiers said he was crazy. One morning at breakfast.He looks at… Read more

  • My last stand will be in New York city.

    My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what he did to remember her in her death? My soul has become so dirty.I feel I would fall into the old city.Become like her.Full of secrets and hidden… Read more

  • The lover, a soldier prayer.

    The Lover, a Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.” The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads lead to War. Young woman with a sweet smile.Silk dress.Smelling like sweet flowers. Whisper, let’s dance tonight.You shall go to War. “Tonight we need… Read more