jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

faith

  • Everything had it’s time and a lovely Amanda Shires song.

    Everything had it’s time… 1-  We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold. 2- Everything had it’s time, I told her. We will say words, we shall forget. We will beg for kisses and forget… Read more

  • Pretty wishes and a great Shangri-Las song.

    1- I knew love once.I held love once,I remember your perfect face.I ran away from you once and today.I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie.she asked me?What did you do?I love you and you are me leaving for the damn wars.War don’t care about you and I do. 3- Paper, pen and the memory.You were… Read more

  • 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

  • Let it be.

    (Johnnie in Santa Cruz, 1992.) Let it be. Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words into a black notebook. Secret whispers into a book. Words describing a grand life. I bring him coffee to… Read more

  • A letter.

    (Johnnie in Germany 1978) A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love,even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide my misery in good cognac and Germany wine. I allowed myself to fall into a delusional state where… Read more

  • When you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return.

    When you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return . If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of… Read more

  • Secret love and hidden memory.

    Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today.Made me wander back in time.Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine. Do our memories become less with time?Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age? Do dreams of beautiful… Read more

  • I used to be.

    I used to be. A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters is what will I do today. I used to be a drinker,I used to be a Lover of women,I used… 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 folly of time.

    The folly of time. 1- The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast and we learns too late, every word spoken, should be said with a kind heart. Kind faces shall leave us, always leave with kind words. One day, we… Read more