jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

writing

  • A penny for your thoughts.

    A penny for your thoughts. 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you for showing me. I am not alone. 2- I was trying to push away the lonely night. I asked the dark night… Read more

  • 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

  • Everything had it’s time and a lovely Amanda Shires song.

    Everything had it’s time… 1-  We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold. 2- Everything had it’s time, I told her. We will say words, we shall forget. We will beg for kisses and forget… Read more

  • The October days of my life.

    The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw an old face looking back at me in the mirror. My beard is gray and I have pain in my legs. Maybe the wild and free Coyote is no-more? I asked the Clinton River, did I do enough? I talked… 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

  • Write, write and write some more. And an amazing song.

    Write, write and write some more. What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts. I’m thankful for the realistic words of Dryden. Mark Twain honest and direct words and Kosinski for making me see the true and… Read more

  • Pretty wishes and a great Shangri-Las song.

    1- I knew love once.I held love once,I remember your perfect face.I ran away from you once and today.I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie.she asked me?What did you do?I love you and you are me leaving for the damn wars.War don’t care about you and I do. 3- Paper, pen and the memory.You were… Read more

  • Killing on the road.

    Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us.) Killer on the road. A Iraqi man sipped  his coffee andhe watched the military trucks drive by.… Read more

  • Let’s drink and pray for more.

    Let’s drink and pray for more. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin, her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I loved her free-flowing auburn -colored hair and long skirt moving with the song. Her movement allowed me glances of perfect legs… 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