jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

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  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Truth or dare.

    Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures.                                   Truth or dare. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare. I never told the truth. I was seduced by the dare.I dare you to kiss Suzy. I dare you to whisper… Read more

  • I am going to build me a heaven of my own. An outstanding song.

    I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night, and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was young. A pretty Scottish gal sat with me and she asked. What are you doing in Pennan, Aberdeenshire. Drinking alone? I looked… 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

  • 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