jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

poetry

  • Ride. We need great escapes to beautiful places.

    Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is more than what we believe. We fall into places where we become entangled in the foolish things. I see you, I hear… Read more

  • Beautiful flowers photos and some words.

    Beautiful flowers and some words. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much murder is enough? When will war end? How many tears must be released before we learn. Every life had value. Who is right and who is wrong? When both sides are wrong. How many graves must be dug for us to… Read more

  • Please kind friend, go easy on me.

    Please kind friend, go easy on me. 1- Once you were my fairytale wish. We shared kisses, we shared passion. We were fearless my dear Julie. Somehow I scare you away from my life. My anger chased away my fairytale love. 2- She was my July rose, my Summertime love. She saved me from my… Read more

  • The night had fallen.

    1- The night had fallen.. The sun splendor is not forgotten. Taverns are closed.The long day bring the quiet of the night.The midnight hour gathered people sharing their secrets and the need of pleasure for the coming night.Lovers dine on sweet kisses and wine.Uncovering their masks for the midnight moon.Lovers free and wild, bleed their… Read more

  • The cold night whispered.

    The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone.Once great love turns indifferent andour love true turn to fathom dreams.We spoke careless words,maybe true, maybe not?Maybe we were grasping at a miracle?I told the rain,love died slowly and badly.I longed for her nearby,I longed to hear her heartbeat and her… Read more

  • My September love.

    My September love. 1- My lady of the sea, my dancing woman who love the morning sun on her face. She told me, it is early September, my bed is cold and lonely. Let’s find a place where I will keep you warm and safe. 2- Piece by piece, we shall forget yesterday disappointments. They… Read more

  • Three shots of whiskey. When will the mass killings stop?

    (Remembering Teacher Megan Lambert, 25, and three children murdered in a mass killing in Oregon.) Three shots of whiskey. 1- I did cry for strangers. Someone killed beautiful faces. Someone killed our children and a wonderful teacher. Just babies in life. I can’t think, I can’t write. I can just pray for the families. They… Read more

  • Don’t look at me with disappointment.

    (Do not become what the world wants you to be. We are all different. Needing more or less. Like yourself and be kind to the people near.) Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls andI’m not… Read more

  • Please hold my hands. Dear Amanda.

    Please hold my hands. Please hold my hands, please hold my heart. Please kiss me so softly and make me believe in the heaven mist. Let’s walk near the sea together and we can watch the stars rise in the night and fall into the sea at dawn. For you are my love love, dearest… Read more

  • Painting pretty pictures.

    Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I am trying to remember your coffee brown eyes and the gentleness of your voice. I added some Gentleness Jack to the Irish… Read more