jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

love

  • The boardwalk.

    The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the water against our feet. The morning sun against our skin and the world seem so far away. Your morning smile and the… Read more

  • The fingerprints.

    The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall, you brought your clothing, your toothbrush and your womanly things into my house. You promised me forever and I remember you, laying… Read more

  • Dear Monterey.

    Dear Monterey The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The mercy of the Gods and dear Monterey took me to the paradise of the Pacific ocean. I loved the sea. I befriended… Read more

  • Forget me not.

    Forget me not  I dreamed of you, I dreams of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and I dreams of your lips upon my lips. I don’t dial the phone and I told the darkness.Dear Ambrosia, why did you… Read more

  • Wanderlust.

    Wanderlust 1- Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes,soft voice making me feel weak and captured,soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous river of hope. Damn those eyes. Those eyes make me want to know wanderlust and forget where I was going.I want to… Read more

  • She was a dancer.

    She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest, and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful places with her delicate hands. She sought laughter and the kind people. I was the bar-room poet, the sea seeker and I… Read more

  • I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.

    I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the sea. They would sing and dance for the falling sun and the rising moon. I was lucky. Dear Maria, befriended me and she taught… Read more

  • Scars, we do have.

    Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand, read and edit my work. You demand nothing from me. You laugh at my anger and you buy me a caramel apples… Read more

  • Love is like a flower garden.

    Love is like a flower garden. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of tropics, we lavished in a love without fear of boundaries and distance. You open new doors for a blind man living for nothing and trying to find a quick death on a futile road leading to no-were.… Read more

  • Last bus going to the sea.

    Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of a beautiful face. She found me waiting for her at the Big Boy in the city West Palm beach. She came to… Read more