The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Glorious love.
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
Forgiveness.
1- The Violence Sea Anger erupts.The blind opens their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not… I dreamed of you, I dreamed of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and… Continue reading
Never enough whiskey, she told me.
Never enough whiskey, she told me… Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading
Memories of music.
Memories of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memories of music… Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading
Fallen Angels.
Fallen Angels. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
The Pacific Ocean.
The Pacific Ocean. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The sea. Beautiful place weaved into my dream. … Continue reading
Thank you for the kindness.
Thank you for the kindness of love.. Cecelia was a Monterey beauty. More beautiful than the flowers that decorated the walkway by the pier. She was well-spoken, she wore colorful Summer dresses and… Continue reading
We need kind people, good song and laughter.
We need kind people, good song and laughter. I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold… Continue reading