Autumn leaves. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.
Autumn leaves. I remember the September Indian Summer, I remember the warm sun touching my face and I remember you. We entwined our hands and we walked by Lake St. Clair. I loved… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
I don’t remember how you looked.
“Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.” I don’t remember how you looked. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Into the west.
Into the west. Westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is calling to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
My lovely lady.
My lovely lady. You laughed at me as I told you. I love you so, my lovely lady. You make my life midnight dances, and I love you honey kisses. You are my… Continue reading
The midnight night splendor. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.
1- Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died. 2- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor 3- Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
The cold night whispered. And a beautiful Sierra Eagleson song.
The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turns indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
If you do not stand for peace. You are supporting war. A powerful song by Talulah.
(Do you want your child to die for old rich men wars. If you don’t stand for peace. You accepted war.) We don’t want war, we don’t want war no-more, Please God of… Continue reading
Don’t give up. And an outstanding song by Willie and Sinéad O’Connor.
Don’t give-up. I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind; I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation. I… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.
The Gypsy moon. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
Like this. And amazing verbal poetry by Tilda Swinton.
Like this. Part three.A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must be like a butterfly. Dance with the wind freely and bravely. Like this. Part… Continue reading