jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

life

  • Somewhere in time.

    Somewhere in time. The paradox of living, we get what we deserve. Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known, waited for a wayward man. I remember the fragrance of her skin, the tenderness of her hands. I sang love words to her for many days. “We love, we die. we dance, we shall cry.… Read more

  • I seranaded to the paragon of beauty.

    I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                             I serenaded  to the paragon of beauty. On highway two. The coastal California highway.Hidden is utopia of land and people untouched by factory or big business.Big Sur is safe hideaway… Read more

  • Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.

    Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance, and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your body against me moving with the music. I knew you were a whirlwind, a untamed wild sea and a free butterfly that… Read more

  • Memory of music.

    Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces.    Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not to extinguished  pleasures of memories and faces. Young and beautiful faces.Lost in time.Still dance in sweet dreams brought to life by 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. I 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 to… Read more

  • Everything had it time.

    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

  • 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

  • Love and hate.

    Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry I wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind.”                       Love and Hate. She spoke of love and hate in the same sentence. I asked her did she know the difference?… 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

  • 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