jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

love

  • A lady vow.

    A lady vow. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe they are just gifts for a lucky man. 2- The drunk poet told his lover. You and I, we know tomfoolery, do… Read more

  • Do we ask for more?

    Do we ask for more? 1- Do we ask for more? Do we pray for more kisses? Does love die? Or do we forget was love was. 2- I want to be drunk in love. I want you crazy and wild in your arms. I want you to tell me, one more time. I love… Read more

  • Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms 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… Read more

  • The human touch.

     The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the people we love and need them.                              The human touch… People can get lost.Feel they are alone.Be blinded to reasons to be alive and go forward. Many ways… Read more

  • Her garden.

    I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne and Ben Jonson. She told me often, my garden is like my children, always needing fresh water and concern. We must adore the days… Read more

  • No take-backs my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words, I should of never said. The bar word-man told him. My friend, no take-backs in a life. Every action or deed done, written and tattoo on the heart… Read more

  • f I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn some sage. A place to pray. Once I knew anger, war and greed.Now I sit by Captain Jack, great Chief… Read more

  • The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world. The whore baths.  Large shining teeth, a large man with a loud voice. Telling me the way to heaven holding whiskey in one hand and the bible in the other. I will find my… Read more

  • The waltz.

    The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach.The waves were the orchestra andthe wind was whispering a love song. I tossed her into a twirl andI brought her back to me. By the light of the moon.Two lovers danced the movement of freedomand celebrating being alive. We come back to the ocean after… Read more

  • I will go anywhere with you. He watched her dance near the Pacific Ocean. She was dancing with the stars; she was dancing with the moon. He knew she was a restless soul; she wanted to cage-less and free. She wanted to see the whole world and she wanted to dance with the five oceans… Read more