Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover.
Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover. Once I knew wanderlust,I wanted to swim in the seven seas,I wanted to find sacred places in our world,I wanted to dance in the clouds… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five.
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five. (Finally a new chapter.) Pryde read three more poems. Feeling guilty for reading the jounal. 1- I want to see the sky again, I want to… Continue reading
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four.
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I am trying to write. The lost generation.. The French woman. November 28, 2024 The lost generation.. The French woman. Chapter… Continue reading
Lost generation. Part three.
Lost generation. Part three. New York City. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Dream writing again. “YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early… Continue reading
The lost generation. Part two.
The lost generation.. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry When you know only shit. Can you make shit taste good? War. Is shit. The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey.… Continue reading
The lost generation. Chapter one.
The lost generation. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A hollow man cannot heal. He learn to accept more and less. The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe… Continue reading
Angela.
Angela Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded her beautiful blue eyes.Lack of sleep and proper diet.Left her beaten, betrayed and dreams limited to daily survival.In her 21 years of… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes.
Sad brown eyes. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song.
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses.I told her. Dear Veronica,… Continue reading
Dear Jennifer, I am coming home to you.
A love letter to Jennifer.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading