jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

family

  • Shadows.

    Shadows My sister told me. You have changed. You saw too much shit and your mind and eyes are cold. I told her. War isn’t personal.You do what you are told. Try to forget and move on  I kissed her forehead.I told her. War was easy.This world falling apart around me andI don’t know what to do.?That the crazy… Read more

  • Between two points.

    Between two points. (New site and new poetry number two.) 1- You were a warm Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. I didn’t know one kiss; I didn’t know one embrace, and I didn’t know one dance. You would steal my mind and my heart forever. 2- Did I run to you or… Read more

  • One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?

    One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we can be.Who enticed me into your hellish world?2- Piece by piece, damn government steal our minds and our souls.Once we had voices,… Read more

  • The autumn days.

    The Autumn days. The Summer days were splendor, long days, beach days, easy day. The harmony of warm days and being sun-kissed. Blessed days. Now the nights are cooler, the school bells are calling the grandchildren. I have quiet days to reflex on the coming days of Autumn. I love the charm of the Fall.… Read more

  • The damn road.

    The damn road.   It was a cold winter day in late December in Michigan.  I awoke with my love andI kissed her face and lips, and I told her, good morning. Her beautiful young body pressed against me so tightly and I could hear her heart beating against my skin.  I put my face… Read more

  • The lover, a soldier prayer.

    The Lover, a Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human.” The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads lead to War. Young woman with a sweet smile.Silk dress.Smelling like sweet flowers. Whisper, let’s dance tonight.You shall go to War. “Tonight we need… 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

  • The waltz of the flowers.

    The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best. All things both great and small; for the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.”      Samuel Taylor Coleridge…. The long Winter made us wish for dear April. The agony of the cold days, snow and icy days made us… Read more

  • Almost to California. And the wonderful Petersons family.

    Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet red wine and we danced near the Winter Virginia Beach Sea every weekend for three months. She told me, never love a… 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