jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

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  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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