jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

faith

  • 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

  • For my brother.

    For my brother.. Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and sweetness to a life, where hope and dreams are long forgotten on your journey of living? Was I even a burden, for I didn’t see you encircled in lost dreams, forgotten goals. I didn’t know you were hiding and… Read more

  • Is it, everything you wanted?

    Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once we loved love and we tasted the sweetness of hope. Beautiful Sheena, is it, everything you wanted, this life we lived?Tonight I… 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

  • Missing pieces. Part one.

     Missing pieces. Part one. On paper with black ink and thoughts. I try to replay the days of drunken bliss and delight. Today like a worn-out cushion. I wait for no-one. When age was my wealth. I wouldn’t ransom for soul for a few dollars and safety in old age. Today I’m barren in hope… Read more

  • 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