The song of love and a Nick Cave song. I need you.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. 
Song of love..
Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.
The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.
The dead love, the alive love.
The desperate love and the forgotten love.
He went into love blinded and deaf.
He never lost faith in the delight of the song of love.
The Poet old hands uses pen, paper and thoughts keeping faith alive in the plight of love.
He know that love is a careless child and promises easily broken.
He bared his soul, laid nude in soft sheets and warm blankets with his mistress, knowing she was
too wild to be held. She would flee the warm bed into the cold of the Winter wind.
He did not blame the kiss. He did not blame the boldness of her touch. He remembered her pale
skin whiter than the Winter snow. The warmth of her long and lingering kisses.
She sang the song of love unkept and not owned. Her words were just gratitude for the long slow
dance, the sweet wine and the nights in the liberty of sweet bliss. He caressed her soft smooth
skin and she purred like a kitten. She whispered. Love is not dead my Poet. The love is just sleeping.
Resting and waiting for a reason and purpose to come alive.
The old Poet wrote down some words.
Ring the bells, the love is dead. Then he wrote.
Flowers will fade,
sorrow will fall upon the willing heart.
The empty shadows of the past can be revived with the pen and the paper.
He looked toward the sea and he looked at the full moon lighting up the night. He thanks
the moon and the sea for the charity of love.
Coyote/John Castellenas
this is one of my favorite nick cave albums. thank you for encompassing in your words the ethos of this track.
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John this is so beautifully written. I hope you have been well my friend. I have been busy writing. I saw this pop up and had to read. So glad I did. This is so precious and I can feel your every word. I send my love, hugs and prayers your way. Joni 🦋🌹🤗🙏
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Hello dear Joni. Happy New year dear friend. I am glad you are writing. You have lived a good life. We must write about the good and the bad things. This year. I will dig into old journals about Bosnia and the starvation in Africa. Thank you for your friendship. I do appreciate.
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Yes, I treasure our friendship John. Will that be horrible hard on you looking at, and reliving those experiences? I so appreciate your work. It reminds me of my father and how alone he must have felt during his service and I like to think of him finding company and enjoying himself as a young man. This piece was especially lovely John. You know MasticadoresUSA is actively seeking new writers and most likely MasticadoresIndia would look at any new submittals too. If you are interested. I can speak for the editors but this is not just a beautiful poem but a captivating story. You will always have my friendship. I have just been busy writing. Sending you big hugs and encouraging you to submit a story like this somewhere for publication. Big hugs and love. 🌹
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I will check our dear Joni. I appreciate the help. I haven’t to publish anything in 12 years. In the old days. I have 40 poems and stories published everywhere. A kind poet on Facebook got be published in Poland. I didn’t mind the quiet of war. I had books and writing. The hard part is losing friends to war. Thank you for your kind words. I hope you and the family are doing well.
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