jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

faith

  • One tin soldier. When will war end? I believe when the last person is standing.

    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

  • Waiting by the willow tree. A prayer.

     am waiting by the willow tree. A prayer. A  Poem by Coyote Poetry I am waiting by the willow tree. An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It is my place to heal, my place to think, my place to write for 50 years. Ojibwa people believe the… Read more

  • I remember you.

    A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.”   I remember you… The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days,thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey coastline.Purify… Read more

  • Ancient floors.

    Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind and beautiful faces. Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart.Easy to languish in stagnant thoughts when peace is… 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

  • 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

  • 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 learns one day. Better to celebrate each new day with gusto. You shall pay for every sin done one day.If you live long… 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

  • I can show you God.

    I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on”                                   I can show you God.. The great search for God is fruitless for some.I knew a woman from Santa Cruz.  We sat together often drinking hot and tastycoffee on the Santa Cruz boardwalk. Her heart was cold and… Read more