Tag Archive: John Castellenas

If I could turn back time, I would..

If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading

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Midnight thoughts..

Rage and pain.Illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor.—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined.                              John Castellenas/Coyote

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Expand and multiply…

Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expands and multiplies.… Continue reading

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Old love..

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading

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I want to be the one, you want..

I want to be the one, you need.. 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading

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The valley of the gun..

The valley of the gun… 1-  Is death sweet? Do we go easily into the final sleep? Without struggle. Do the dead cities talk? They do. They are killing women and children in… Continue reading

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Never love a poet..

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading

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The white wolf and the raven..

The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading

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Unwashed memories..

Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading

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The poison and the whiskey..

The poison and the whiskey… Some mini-poetry… 1- A empty dress alone on the floor and a pretty flower dances nude for the moon and the stars on the patio. She whispered to… Continue reading

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