jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

The sea

  • Wild horses. And a lovely Bishop Briggs song.

    Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and she wanted a life filled with midnight flings. Never-ending song. Together, we were wild horses. Seeking the open range and the sea.… Read more

  • Dear Little Wolf and a lovely Maria Daines song.

    A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create an afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun and the moon said hello to each other.) Dear Little Wolf. I am watching the young dawn, and I am guarding a gas… Read more

  • Let it be.

    (Johnnie in Santa Cruz, 1992.) Let it be. Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words into a black notebook. Secret whispers into a book. Words describing a grand life. I bring him coffee to… Read more

  • Please dance with me.

    Please dance with me. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars.Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the gift of kind and gentle woman. She came closer to me and she told me. The sea is alive tonight. The dancing… Read more

  • The coastline.

    “In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean.” The Coastline. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her andshe was dancing on the shore. Nothing could… Read more

  • My Joan of Arc.

    My Joan of Arc. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me. I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to anyone. I used to pray for perfect life. Now I pray to keep death away and find reasons to live. She was my… Read more

  • The folly of time.

    The folly of time. 1- The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast and we learns too late, every word spoken, should be said with a kind heart. Kind faces shall leave us, always leave with kind words. One day, we… Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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