jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

love

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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 sea remembered.

    (First new poem for my site number two on WordPress. WordPress told me. They cannot figure how to get me back on my old site. They say patience is a virtue. Thank you for reading my words and sharing your words and thoughts.) 1- I still go back to the Belton dance hall. Drink a… 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

  • You are my poetry.

    You are my poetry. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candlelight. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with the lights on, once we talk till 3am, once we never parted. Love was us and you were love. Once spoken… Read more