jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

life

  • Unpaid debt.

    1- You left me an unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you promised me everything. Now you have besieged my heart, and I am willing to love you, forever and a day. And I will owe you everything I have. 2- Beneath the willow tree, we shared a kiss. You and I swayed with… Read more

  • Swirl me in your mind and a lovely Ayla Nereo song.

    Swirl me in your mind. I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in the midnight hours. You loved the two-hour massage and the songs of Leonard Cohen. You were my Winter California storm, and I was… Read more

  • I was condemned after I saw your face.

    I was condemned after I saw your face…  I was looking for the wide-open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas and I saw her. I couldn’t look away from her long legs and beautiful face. She told me. You are late Johnnie.… Read more

  • You are my music.

    You are my music. We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in my world. I remember your smile, I remember your laughter. I painted your skin with my hands and I told you. Please come true, please come willingly into my arms. I will give you the world,… Read more

  • The city of lights or anywhere.

    The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lovers danced on the street and kissed by the flowing river. No-one… 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

  • The ray of the sun on my face.

    1- The ray of the sun on my face. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace, and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She took his hand and kissed each finger and she told him. “Dear Johnnie. Whiskey is always fair. Blocked… Read more

  • Dead flowers and a verbal poem by me.

    Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face, drink the fresh coffee and to hear your voice again. We were great lovers once and we faded to needed friends. You brought… Read more

  • I don’t remember how you looked.

    A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look. I don’t remember how you look.Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?I don’t know if your hair was golden blond ormaybe strawberry red? I tried to describe you and each time I remember… 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