jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

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  • Killing on the road.

    Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us.) Killer on the road. A Iraqi man sipped  his coffee andhe watched the military trucks drive by.… Read more

  • My Joan of Arc.

    My Joan of Arc. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me. I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to anyone. I used to pray for perfect life. Now I pray to keep death away and find reasons to live. She was my… 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

  • Brick, upon another brick.

    Brick, upon another brick. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn one day. Better to celebrate each new day with gusto. You shall pay for every sin done one day. If you live… Read more

  • One tin soldier and a lovely Tosha Hill song.

    One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the tavern. I remember everything. I remember the beautiful faces of the kind women who tried to love me. I remember doing the… Read more

  • You are me and I am you.

    You are me and I’m you. People who separate color, race and religion. Are truly blind. Don’t you cry for the sick child. Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son or daughter. Share tears for someone else in mourning. You are me and I’m you.If someone is murdered near or far.Miles’s… Read more

  • The song of the seasons. Ojibwa tale.

     The song of fall. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid andthe water is sick with pollution.No great forest for the animals to live and roam.Poison is in the air.Killing man and the trees. The song of fall.… 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

  • Everything.

    Everything.. If I lost everything. Would  I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the real value of life to most. How many toys do you need? Where is the coffee time and long conversations? Cell phones and computers make us forget the human touch,the human voice. Is real… Read more