jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

  • Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My dancing storm.

    Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your body against me moving with the music. I knew you were a whirlwind, a untamed wild sea and a free butterfly… Read more

  • The human touch.

     The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the people we love and need them.                              The human touch… People can get lost.Feel they are alone.Be blinded to reasons to be alive and go forward. Many ways… Read more

  • Her garden.

    I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne and Ben Jonson. She told me often, my garden is like my children, always needing fresh water and concern. We must adore the days… Read more

  • No take backs my friend. And an amazing Tom Jones song.

    No take-backs my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words, I should of never said. The bar word-man told him. My friend, no take-backs in a life. Every action or deed done, written and tattoo on the heart… Read more

  • If I had magic. Verbal poetry and hope for peace.

    f I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn some sage. A place to pray. Once I knew anger, war and greed.Now I sit by Captain Jack, great Chief… Read more

  • The whore baths. Don’t allow the world to control you.

    The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world. The whore baths.  Large shining teeth, a large man with a loud voice. Telling me the way to heaven holding whiskey in one hand and the bible in the other. I will find my… Read more

  • Dead ends.

    (My friend’s daughter and my daughter in 1993. He was killed in the Iraq war in 2004.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature.                  Dead ends. Brothers told no-one they were scared.Stood on a chair and told… Read more

  • The waltz.

    The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach.The waves were the orchestra andthe wind was whispering a love song. I tossed her into a twirl andI brought her back to me. By the light of the moon.Two lovers danced the movement of freedomand celebrating being alive. We come back to the ocean after… Read more

  • Truth or dare.

    Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures.                                   Truth or dare. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare. I never told the truth. I was seduced by the dare.I dare you to kiss Suzy. I dare you to whisper… Read more

  • Stripped to the bone.

    Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want a love that bleed and I can feel the chaos and the pleasure. She smiled and I told her, I adored her… Read more